Lost voice

February 28, 2012
If you've talked to me today, you know you've gotten nothing in return.

It's not because I don't like you. It's just because I can't talk. I mean, I really can't talk.

I feel just like Ariel the little mermaid when she sells her soul (ok, just her voice) to Ursula so she can become human and woo her dream man. Luckily for Ariel, her Daddy was there to save her and she lived happily ever after.

But for me, I'm stuck with screaming at the top of my lungs to make the slightest squeak possible. My voice is totally gone, kaput, nada. What sounds I am able to make, sound more like a teenage boy going through puberty. It sounds more painful than it feels... at least today anyway. I have a feeling losing my voice is a sign of worse things to come.

My kids are loving this because I can't yell at them. Jeff is loving it because he can "ignore" me by saying he had no idea I was talking to him. And my coworkers love it because I can't talk so much in our meetings. I'm the only one who seems to have a problem with being mute.