Waiting for cupcakes.I've been very sick lately and I thought I'd boo-hoo about it on my blog. No, not really, but something interesting happened because I was sick. I lost my voice. I've spent three days, at least, speaking in a whisper or a barely audible low-tone. Except for at church where I used the adrenaline rush to ignore the pain and ended up sounding like a 92-year old whose been smoking since they were five and recently had a laryngectomy (I pick up words here and there from Sean.)
Today I picked up The Princess from pre-school. As we drove away, from the back of the van, she asked me a question...only she asked me in a whisper because that's all I talk to her with. Our van is quiet but not that quiet, I had no idea what she'd asked, so I whispered back, "What?"
She made eye contact in the rearview mirror and because she couldn't hear me she asked, in a whisper, "What?"
I still didn't know what she needed, so I repeated, futily, "What?"
She looked at me again confused, "What?"
I summoned up my pain reserves, for it feels a bit like hot glass in my throat when I force out sound, and then I, sounding like a hoarse Fellbeast screached, "Avery use your voice!" And DARN that hurt my throat but at least she heard me because she nodded her head in the rearview mirror and used her voice to say, "What?"