
I have had laryngitis for the last three weeks, and finally went to the ear/nose/throat specialist, who looked down my throat with a scope (can you say "eeeeehhh, aaaaaahh, oooooo?"). Nothin' but inflamed and swollen vocal cords, most likely caused by acid reflux and poor dietary/drinking habits. (?) It just sucks getting old. Now I have to avoid all my favorites, and how easy is it to do that with a superautomaticespressomaker staring you in the face every morning and a nice collection of flavorful Italian whites around happy hour? (well, at least it's not the other way around!) And don't get me started on the chocolate ban. The rest I can handle. Oops, forgot about that spicy Thai food I had on Tuesday.
In the meantime, I have been prescribed at least three days of total silence. It is not going well. I started by carrying with me a notecard that said "I can't speak for three days, dr.'s orders." That of course invited a stream of follow-on questions, with me trying to rapidly write responses. It probably would be faster to just text. I occasionally will whisper to my spouse or children and it totally cracks me up because they start whispering back. Then I whisper, you don't have to whisper, there is nothing wrong with your vocal cords, is there????? Or I make dramatic facial expressions, feigning disgust, mirth, wonderment, and apathy. As you can see, I haven't come even remotely close to five minutes of silence.
Here is my other favorite written line, which I carry around daily: "Get in the car NOW or you are taking the bus!" It even worked on Steve! In fact, I don't see why I shouldn't carry on in mode indefinitely. Why waste thy precious life force . . .
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl party at r o a m . . . don't know how to get through that without talking. I will probably want to get a good supply of paper or maybe just carry around a laptop. Or I could pre-record a number of responses in that Stephen Hawking voice. I still have a sneaking suspicion that all this started as a result of singing Rock Band xbox360 . . . another hidden danger of video games.
In the meantime, I have been prescribed at least three days of total silence. It is not going well. I started by carrying with me a notecard that said "I can't speak for three days, dr.'s orders." That of course invited a stream of follow-on questions, with me trying to rapidly write responses. It probably would be faster to just text. I occasionally will whisper to my spouse or children and it totally cracks me up because they start whispering back. Then I whisper, you don't have to whisper, there is nothing wrong with your vocal cords, is there????? Or I make dramatic facial expressions, feigning disgust, mirth, wonderment, and apathy. As you can see, I haven't come even remotely close to five minutes of silence.
Here is my other favorite written line, which I carry around daily: "Get in the car NOW or you are taking the bus!" It even worked on Steve! In fact, I don't see why I shouldn't carry on in mode indefinitely. Why waste thy precious life force . . .
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl party at r o a m . . . don't know how to get through that without talking. I will probably want to get a good supply of paper or maybe just carry around a laptop. Or I could pre-record a number of responses in that Stephen Hawking voice. I still have a sneaking suspicion that all this started as a result of singing Rock Band xbox360 . . . another hidden danger of video games.








