Well, the good news is that my voice does seem to be thinking about coming back. I'm not quite as squeaky as I was yesterday, but it's still not good. Stupid laryngitis. Stupid voice. Why doesn't it just come back? I was remembering earlier that when I moved to Italy I'd been getting over a really bad cold and lost my voice then, too. For the first week or two that I lived there, I couldn't really speak and people thought that was my actual voice. Once I could finally speak like a normal person everyone was surprised. I thought it was funny.
So, other than my loss of voice and constant exhaustion (remnants of the cold, I'm guessing), there's not too much to report.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Day Seven: Still No Voice
Well, the good news is that my voice does seem to be thinking about coming back. I'm not quite as squeaky as I was yesterday, but it's still not good. Stupid laryngitis. Stupid voice. Why doesn't it just come back? I was remembering earlier that when I moved to Italy I'd been getting over a really bad cold and lost my voice then, too. For the first week or two that I lived there, I couldn't really speak and people thought that was my actual voice. Once I could finally speak like a normal person everyone was surprised. I thought it was funny.
So, other than my loss of voice and constant exhaustion (remnants of the cold, I'm guessing), there's not too much to report.
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