I’ve been enjoying a new experience this weekend. Friday night, sitting around my in-laws’ dining room table at family game night, I noticed my voice crack like a pubescent boy a few times. I credited the Bud Light, and moved on. Saturday morning, I woke up feeling pretty congested, and with a bit of a scratchy throat. This has been a horrible year for my sinuses, though, so I popped a Mucinex, and went on with my day. However, after serving at the soup kitchen, and a seven-mile run, I noticed my voice was starting to sound quite hoarse. When I got home from grocery shopping, B laughed at my greeting and challenged me to my best rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s “Since You’ve Been Gone”. It wasn’t pretty.
This morning I woke up with absolutely no voice. B could hardly hear me across the table at breakfast, our waiter asked me to repeat my order about three times, there was no singing at church for me this morning, and my dogs shrink away from me every time I open my mouth to croak out a command. However, I’ve discovered there are some positive aspects to losing one’s voice: 1) My middle school bell choir was much less talkative (out of pity) and got some good practice at being less dependent on my counting aloud, 2) People are much more likely to say “yes” when you ask them to do you a favor (thanks for all the water, babe), and 3) I can justify having ice cream two nights in a row.