The 'Hoarse' Whisperer

I have no voice.

Noooo...

 I'm not talking figuratively about

nobody listening to what I have to say.

(Although, at my house that tends to be true.)

I mean I literally lost my voice.

I cannot talk.

I cannot sing (heavy sigh).

I cannot answer the phone.

I cannot yell at talk to my children.

I have laryngitis.

lar-yn-gi-tis [lar-uhn-jahy-tis]

noun/ inflamation of the larynx,

often with accompanying sore throat,

hoarseness or loss of voice,

and dry cough.

Yep.

That's me.

Inflamed, sore, hoarse, and coughing.

Oh, and did I mention...

I can't talk either.

I'm on day 6 of this now

and it really stinks!

In fact it bites the Big One!

But at least I have my fingers

so I can still have a 'voice' in the blogsphere!

I can't talk to my actual family,

but I can talk to my blogging family.

So thank you all for being out there to 'listen'!

Anyhoo...

I've been doing a lot of whispering.

Since I can't talk and all.

(Did I mention that already?)

Unfortunately

I've heard that whispering is 

just as straining on the vocal chords

as actually talking.

So I've been trying to not talk

Or whisper.

Nothing.

Do you know how hard that is?

Especially with kids?

Pretty much darn near impossible!!

Especially with MY kids!

Let's see.

I have a 10-yr-old boy who dawdles.

Did you know you can 'whisper yell'?

It's true.

I've tested it out.

I had my doubts that a

whispered yell could be effective.

But it actually induced tears.

I was overjoyed shocked.

Oh...

And my 13-yr-old daughter

is very perturbed distraught 

by the fact that her mother 

can't talk to her.

It's terribly inconvenient for

her to have to wait

for notes to be written.

It's unfair to expect her

to get off the couch

in the TV room 

and walk a few feet.

 To the front room.

To get an answer

to the question 

she yelled at me.

Not to mention the fact

that when I write a note to 

someone other than herself,

'Miss Nosey' doesn't know

what I said to them.

She says it's like we're keeping secrets.

From her.

Like the secret of asking my son

if he had baseball practice today.

We are so cruel 

keeping that secret from her.

Aren't we?

So...

I'm not making

a very fast recovery

in the vocal department 

it seems.

I'm gonna have to get more serious

 about this silence thing 

if I ever want to 

Talk.

Sing.

Answer the phone.

Order through the Taco Bell drive thru

Ask my family what healthy meal 

they'd like me to make.

Ever.

Again.

Therefore I've decided to

post a sign on the back of my laptop

for my family.

(Don't scroll down yet... wait for the reveal!)

So they will know that I am

no longer talking and will only

communicate with them through

the written word.

(Just like I'm doing with you all!)

And it looks like this:

(okay... you can scroll down now)

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