Observations from the land of laryngitis
1May2006 Filed under: Happiness & HealthThanks to a sinusy head-cold, my voice started fading last Friday and has gotten progressively worse. I currently sound like a mix of Marge Simpson on a bad day, Lauren Bacall after gargling glass, and this woman I used to work with named Tiina. It’s quite strange. Here are a couple observations from this state of health:
• Friends think it’s really funny when a loudmouth loses her voice. HAR HAR, people. HAR HAR.
• Coworkers wince when I talk. My throat doesn’t hurt at all, but it clearly hurts their ears.
• When I call my bank, the guy on the other end of the phone can’t help but clear his throat constantly during our short conversation. It’s like he got sympathy tickles just from listening to me squeak and croak.
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alison
May 1st, 2006 at 5:55 pm
i lose my voice during every sxsw, and everyone winces when i talk, too. it doesn’t hurt, people! it just went away! i’m fine, albeit annoyed that a(nother) loudmouth such as myself can’t vocalize any of the millions of interesting things that occur to her on an hourly basis.
on the last day of the conference this year, i had to have my friend cinnamon order my hot tea from the barista at the coffee place, because my voice was too far gone to be able to do it myself. alanis morrisette would call that irony, but it isn’t. it just sucks.
Kai
May 2nd, 2006 at 4:43 am
I lost my voice for a week last fall and it was a distaster. As a yoga teacher, being able to talk is pretty important. I managed to get through my classes that week by teaching ‘mysore style’ (the students worked through a series of postures on their own, while I walked around making adjustments). But the worse part was, for months afterward, I couldn’t sing!
Matt
May 3rd, 2006 at 10:23 am
I turn into Barry White when I’ve got a cold. Could rival him for size these days and all…