Feb 22, 2010

Lost my voice....wonder where it's hiding?

So I'd always known what it is to "lose your voice," but never quite got the term, as it had never happened to me. Lo and behold, I woke up Saturday morning sans voicebox. The wierd thing about it is that I have had no other sick-ish symptoms, just a curious inability to speak. Like I couldn't even get a squeak out. Not painful, jut not working, at all. The really unfortunate part of it all was that I had an actual commitment Saturday morning that required smalltalk galore...an event for the little nugget's sorority, which coincidentally involves copious amounts of chatter. Balls.

I've self-diagnosed a little bit of Laryngitis going on here. The all-knowing info source (Wikipedia) thinks that it is defined as, "an inflammation of the larynx. It causes hoarse voice or the complete loss of voice because of irritation to the vocal folds." Yep, sounds about right.

What I can't figure out is what could've caused such an acute and pervasive case of said disease. I have done nothing to raise my voice outside of the occasional poodle scolding for as long as I can think of. All day Saturday I couldn't get a freaking squeak out whatsoever. By the end of the day when I saw no improvement, I sort of started to panic that something more serious had happened, like karma finally came around and smited me for every time I've trashtalked or used bad language. Or I was starting to trip out from drinking gallons of herbal tea all day. Luckily, neither of those things were true.

I've gradually been getting better, but slowly. Of course this morning I had to present to a client with my squeaky, teenage boy voice this morning. He was trying to inch his chair further from the germ buffet he thought could be spilling out of me. So professional. Manfriend has been the real gem about it all. He made phone calls for me, ordered my food, talked to salespeople, made my tea, handled the prince....he's the best. Getting sick with him around really isn't so shabby. I'm ready for the symphonic and beautiful voice I normally have to return, but in the meantime, the princess treatment will be just fine. Wonder how long its going to take for him to realize that I can actually make my own tea? Hopefully that never happens.


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