Blessings can curse

I have a good sense of smell.  I don't particularly care for it some days.  This past week I had a patient that I was giving a shot and he smelled BAD.  Today I had a patient that reeked of pot.  As I sit here and share a living room with my wife I can smell the strong odor of alcohol.  All these are smells that bother me.  I thought to myself: self, my sense of smell is no blessing at all.  Then I quickly recanted.  I thought how bad I hate it when I am stuffy and then I thought of the good smells that I love. Some days our blessings are also our curses.  Some days it's a curse to be intelligent and I wish I could just go thru life ignorant and oblivious.  Other days I am thankful for my enlightenment.  Take the good with the bad and enjoy what you've been given despite it's draw backs, this is what I have learned today.