Well it's that time of year again... I get a severe sore throat every October or November and takes away my voice. Right now my voice is scratchy and deep, almost non-existent. There's not a lot of pain, but it is uncomfortable. Sucrets and hot tea make it a little better. Unfortunately, my kids anticipate this time of year! I can't raise my voice louder than a whisper and sometimes I'd rather just let things go than try to make a big deal out of something little just for the plain fact that it hurts when I talk. I still sang both services at church and had an 1-1/2 Christmas choir rehearsal to top it off. By the end of church last night I sounded like Oscar the Grouch - no, more like Mr. Snuffleupagus. Last night while we were in the car, I tried to talk to Angel and he couldn't hear me because my voice is so messed up. While I was still speaking, he cut me off and said, "Oh, Mom, you're throat is sick again?" Alliah jumped in asking, "Is it like last year when you couldn't talk and had to write stuff down that you wanted us to know?" I told them no, that it wasn't that bad. Angel's reply? "Awwww.... why not?"
Monday, November 24, 2008
My November Throat
Well it's that time of year again... I get a severe sore throat every October or November and takes away my voice. Right now my voice is scratchy and deep, almost non-existent. There's not a lot of pain, but it is uncomfortable. Sucrets and hot tea make it a little better. Unfortunately, my kids anticipate this time of year! I can't raise my voice louder than a whisper and sometimes I'd rather just let things go than try to make a big deal out of something little just for the plain fact that it hurts when I talk. I still sang both services at church and had an 1-1/2 Christmas choir rehearsal to top it off. By the end of church last night I sounded like Oscar the Grouch - no, more like Mr. Snuffleupagus. Last night while we were in the car, I tried to talk to Angel and he couldn't hear me because my voice is so messed up. While I was still speaking, he cut me off and said, "Oh, Mom, you're throat is sick again?" Alliah jumped in asking, "Is it like last year when you couldn't talk and had to write stuff down that you wanted us to know?" I told them no, that it wasn't that bad. Angel's reply? "Awwww.... why not?"
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