Sick

I have laryngitis. Really bad. To the point where I open my mouth to speak and, despite all my laborious efforts to will some sound--any sound--to disperse, nothing comes out but a weak, breathy whisper.

And I love to talk...I savor my words. So, it has been quite an experience these past couple days to sit quietly, saving the very few bursts of audible screeches I still have energy to emit for only the most important of communication opportunities...like asking for no salsa on my mexican food. Or, okay... saying I love you to people. But a good experience because, when you cannot, for obvious reasons, spend energy on outputting, you instead enjoy the ride of input. Taking in the sounds around me and expressing myself through other senses--and a few breathy whispers--rather than the occasionally obnoxious loud-ish-ness my character renders itself to.

And the challenge has presented itself beautifully with my friends. They talk a lot, and they always expect you to reply. So by showing them my note that said "Laryngitis -- I can't talk" I've been allowed to leave their comments with purposeful silence as opposed to the verbal onslaught that so often follows. So, the lack of voice has been a bit of a blessing, I suppose...and that's not just some far-fetched attempt to make lemonade out of vocally-challenged lemons. Promise.