It began Wednesday evening with a little tickle in my throat.
By Thursday I was experiencing a full-fledged sore throat with some mild hoarseness.
I woke up Friday with virtually no voice.
Let's ponder this for a moment. A speech pathologist with no voice. Ironic, no?
Do you realize how often you rely on the gift of clear speech? If not, may I suggest you do one of the following and not allow yourself to speak above that of a strangled whisper:
A. Make a phone call
B. Take your children to Wal-Mart without restraining them in a shopping cart
C. Order food in a noisy restaurant
D. Play Mario Bros. for the Wii "collaboratively"with your spouse
I'm trying lots of vocal rest today, hydrating like I'm preparing for a week in the desert, and consciously avoiding any throat clearing or excessive coughing. The girls are at mom & dad's today which certainly helps my attempts at minimal voice usage, and I'm crossing my fingers that this sore throat, cough, and accompanying laryngitis disappears soon.
I miss you, voice. Sounding like an old woman with a fifty year old pack-and-a-half a day habit does not become me.