I had a fairly stressful week at work, and, have been fighting off a cold since Monday. Prof had a pretty stressful week too. I've forgotten how when you are in a relationship, their stress sometimes adds to your own. And that, my friends, was certainly the case this week.
It was all I could do this morning to croak out a 40 minute presentation in a stuffy, slightly mildewy auditorium. When it was done, so was my voice. I have given myself laryngitis.
This has never happened to me before, so I looked it up on WebMD (never look things up on WebMD). It had nothing of interest to say, except that sometimes laryngitis is caused by aging. Thanks WebMD - I'm embarrassed enough that I have to whisper my home repair needs to the Home Despot guy - now you tell me I'm hoarse because I'm old. Bastard.
When the phone rings, I have to whisper/croak and hope whoever is on the other line can understand me. I'm feeling pretty useless. I mean, if there's one thing I can do well, its talk. And talk loud. And for a long time. Now I've got nothing except this keyboard and a whisper.
Some people would be glad for the opportunity to be quiet and reflective. Me? Not so much. Thank god for blogs and g-chat.