The asthmatic bronchitis that grabbed me on Easter night has cleared, but I am left with a very hoarse, husky, and sometimes almost non-existent voice. Tomorrow morning I see the pulmonologist — again — and I hope he can give me encouragement about how long it will be until my voice returns.
I know the severe coughing for all those weeks (about nine) wracked my vocal cords. Maybe I should say “wrecked.” I know someone who led an aerobics class for a long time, and eventually she had to stop because it was too hard on her voice. She now has a permanently-husky voice.
The doctor said I need to rest my voice. But do you know how hard that is? No phone calls, no Skype, and people don’t realize they shouldn’t talk to you or ask you questions. When S. lost her voice she had to write notes to her family. I don’t want to have to start writing notes to my husband, but I guess I’ll do what is necessary to have my voice restored.
So today I’ve talked very little in an attempt to rest those vocal cords. That’s why I’ve been writing so much. I’m kind of a lazy one today, staying, for the most part, in the recliner with my computer on my lap. Not talking takes away a lot of activities, believe it or not. Almost everything requires talking. Oh, I guess I could do some cleaning, things like that, but guess what?
I’D RATHER WRITE!