Things have been quiet the past few days. Ironically, shortly after my phone line was fixed and it could transmit voice again, my voice disappeared. That’s right, laryngitis. For the past two days, I’ve sounded like a mouse that’s a lounge singer at night, husky and squeaky at the same time. It’s great. The dog keeps looking at me whenever I try to say something to her with her ears all cocked forward like she’s straining to hear me. Sigh.
My mom used to get laryngitis at least once a year. Maybe it was too much yelling at us girls, but I think it was her body’s version of a cold. Everyone else got a head cold, Mom got laryngitis. The blogger Fussy shared a scary quote from a movie she watched the other day (I’m paraphrasing): we don’t become our parents, we just pick up where they left off. So now that Mom doesn’t get laryngitis regularly anymore, does this mean I start to fill in for her? [A scary thought, no?]
Anyway, the nurse at my doctor’s office ordered me to rest my voice. Fortunately, in this day and age, it’s possible to communicate verbally from a distance without saying a word. I’m not talking about non-verbal communication (body language), but how I can still communicate with the outside world even without a voice. Between text messaging, email, and status updates, I’m not isolated. A little stir crazy maybe, but not isolated.
Besides, how would one call in sick without a voice if it wasn’t for email?!