Somehow, at first, unobsessively, I began to smell the smell of corpse rot. At first, the smell seemed to be tiny, in completely different situations. It smelled dead and everything was clean air. After the smell began to appear more often, especially in the car, at work and in bed. I started choking, asking my wife to smell my breath and the general body smell — she seemed to feel nothing. Then the most terrible thoughts came to mind - ghost smells are a symptom of a brain tumor! Gathering with the spirit on a journey to the doctor and already almost suffocating from the corpse, I stumbled into the bath (including in the last stupid hope of washing off the ghost odor). When I entered the bathroom, I began to remove the engagement ring and stamp... Under the stamp was a small piece of meat that got there when I interfered with the fresh... These half-grams of meat rotten there for a few days, turning my life into a little hell... Since then I have not worn the stamp, and I have removed the engagement for the night...