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I've been wondering for awhile-- Is there some magic my bodies discerned in Chocolate, becuz I nearly always have to have my nightly ice cream with Chocolate Sauce? I've often supposed to myself that the reason I couldn't smell so good and had low tolerance for smoke had something to do with my air passages to the brain. I know I have a deviated septum, have had sinus problems for years, and relied on Sudafed and other over-the-counter preparations for maybe 10 years or so to combat pollution-causing stuffiness . It'd be no wonder that that "thing-a-ma-gig" in the brain didn't get its full supply of oxygen. A post on eye problems menti.oned an elongated nerve or tissue. I've often tried to "explain" to my family (who sometimes look at me like I'm nuts--I am, but only a little), that the Sinemet seems to elongate "things" on my right side in an unnatural manner. So while I have a little peddling apparatus that I can operate while sitting in a chair, I generally feel most comfortable using this "bicycle-substitute" at night after the effects of the muscle-relaxing Elavil have taken hold. Go figure. Until later, you can put these thoughts in your pipe and smoke it! (based loosely on an old Minnesota expression.) Barbara-Blake Krebs [log in to unmask]