My fuck up happened three days ago and I just now recover enough to relive it. I got COVID for the second time over the weekend and by Monday I had lost all sensation of taste and smell. At the peak of the pandemic I would joke with my brother-in-law about running a hot pepper gauntlet if I ever lost my sense of taste and smell from COVID because I heard you could handle spicy things. Mind you, I've always loved spicy things, but habaneros are usually the hottest I can go. So I started with those because why not? And nothing. So I thought let's just jump right into the one called a death spiral, which is hotter than a ghost pepper, but not as hot as the Carolina Reaper. This is the moment where I think I can pinpoint where my fuck up happened. Nothing. No taste, no spice. So I immediately threw two Carolina Reaper peppers down, followed by about 10 to 15 pieces of habaneros and death spiral peppers. About halfway through my body started to retaliate. I was sweating. I was numb. I felt like I was going to die, but the burn wasn't there until it was. It's hard to describe. Anyways, I suffered through the night with awful indigestion and took antacids to try to calm it. I was miserable. I didn't think it could get any worse, but then the moment came where I had to evacuate them and my God, the purifier and rage my sphincter had was unbearable. It felt like Seedon himself was trying to claw his way out of my rectum. I swore I shat blood, but there was none. For hours afterwards, I swear the fire feeling that came from my exit hatch could have made s'mores for the entire family. I'm still in pain days later.