Now I’ve got a cold. My voice is on its way back, though I would still hesitate to inflict it on anyone’s hearing just yet. But I’ve got an impressive, deep, chest-rattling cough now, along with the requisite constant nose-blowing. My energy is low-ish, and my head feels a little stuffy.
Yep, it’s a cold all right.
Now I’m thinking that maybe the laryngitis wasn’t really caused by yelling over that shitty music on Saturday night. I mean, how many times in my life have I done that and really only had minor hoarseness and ringing ears the next day? More than once, that’s for sure! (I was a teenager in the seventies, after all!) I have never completely lost my voice from that, so why would it happen now?
So maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was just coincidence that I happened to be yelling over shitty music on Saturday night. Maybe I just picked up a cold virus sometime last week and it decided to manifest itself on Sunday morning by attacking my vocal chords first, then the rest of me a day or so later.
And maybe it doesn’t matter anyway. The fact remains that I now have a cold that seems to have lodged itself mainly in my throat. Less than two weeks before Christmas. And my birthday. Three days before my Christmas vacation starts. The Christmas vacation for which my brother and sister-in-law will be visiting for five days, for the first time in four years. The Christmas vacation during which I have a whole whack of social events planned with family and friends. And I’m not quite ready for any of it yet!