It was a week ago today that I schlepped my 15 yr old daughter and I to the emergency room in Saint John for discovery of what we both already knew was a raging bad case of strep throat. I hate using emergency services for that, but the clinic couldn’t get us in the night before and we just couldn’t wait for the chance they might get us in again that night. When you don’t have a family doctor, those are the options. Anyway we went, we were seen, we were diagnosed. Acute strep. Bring on the pennicillin.
We both started to feel less like we had glass in our throats by the end of the weekend, but, that’s when I lost my voice.
All week I’ve been dealing with some pretty bad laryngitis, which believe you me, is no picnic. At all.
I was a source of entertainment to the kids, a trouper to my ladies at work, a complete frustration to myself.
This morning though, after seven days of throat issues, it’s finally starting to come back.
Do you know how rediculous it looks and sounds to witness someone laughing with almost no sound coming out of them? My kids do.
Do you know how crazy it is to try to have a phone conversation and be proffessional when only the odd squawk of a word is coming through? My clients do. And don’t get me started on trying to interact with people in the public…like Tim Hortons. I’m through with feeling like someone has to mime my order to me, or point. Lost my voice, not my hearing. I’m a smart lady, I don’t need you to point. Taking drive through this morning felt heavenly. Not to mention that the window guy calls me Miss. Not Maam.
I felt very much like a muppet. At least I think I sounded like one.
Getting better isn’t coming a moment too soon either because in a week, I plan to audition for Saint John theatre company’s fall production.
In other news, this weekend promises to be warm and sunny and beautiful, so hopefully I can get my pool opened up and get some writing done outside. I really have to put this book back to work.
Have a wonderful, happy weekend friends.