Something unusual has happened. Something that I always desperately wished for when I was in grade school and this ‘something’ happened to other kids. I thought it would be so cool. And now it’s happened. And it’s not really that cool.
I’ve lost my voice.
I always laugh [kindly] at my sister-in-law when she tries to be loud, because really, she just can’t. And I think its hilarious. Because generally, if you want volume, I can give you volume. But now, it’s an incredible effort to say anything. So I just sit and say nothing. But I’m silently contributing to the conversation at every turn. It’s been a bit enlightening as I silently say all the things I would interject into conversation. I say it in my head, then wonder, was that even necessary? Maybe this is a learning experience.
I feel kind of weird as I sit in the car with my family and Wes and silently listen to all the chatting. Because usually, if I don’t contribute to a conversation, it’s because I’m being a fuss budget about something and resort to silence. But family, I promise I’m not fussy. Just croaky.
We visited the frozen yogurt parlor tonight and I thought that might sooth the vocal chords a bit. Not so much, but I did get to enjoy listening to Davey talk to his food.
I couldn’t visit much with the family tonight so I thought I’d come here where I still have a voice.
Thanks for listening.