It’s Monday afternoon and I’ve just come home from work. Yes, early. You see, I can’t talk.
This is quite the disaster for me. As you may or may not know, I am a talker. (I am a hand talker too, but that’s not what this post is about.) So for me to be voiceless is very, very difficult.
It started on Saturday night. PG and I were at a downtown hotel for his company’s Christmas party. The music was so terribly loud (and terribly terrible, but again, that’s not what this post is about.) that to chat with the person beside you, you had to pretty much yell. I spent a lot of time out of the room and in the foyer, but the loud music permeated there as well, so more yelling ensued. I packed it in just before midnight, aware that my voice already was hoarse at that point.
I didn’t think it would get worse. It did. Sunday I could barely croak a word. PG was delighted! But with liberal periods of silence and much hot tea, it came back somewhat. It was gravelly and faded in and out, but I could carry on a conversation by Sunday evening.
This morning, it was still like that. I thought that I could get through the day reasonably well, as I have so much end-of-term assessment, marking and lots of other paperwork to do that I really didn’t want to miss any work. However, in the process of giving a few kids individual reading assessments, my voice just disappeared. I had nothing. And I know, from past experience, that even whispering strains the vocal chords once this point is reached. I knew I was done, assessment, marking and paperwork notwithstanding.
So I booked off sick for the afternoon and for tomorrow as well and I came home.
Crap. I feel absolutely fine other than I can’t talk. I know that the only remedy for this is time to completely rest my vocal chords. There’s really no way around it.