I’ve been struck nearly speechless since yesterday. Bronchitis with an asthma mixer. My husband keeps saying, “stop whispering” but I’m not.
Tomorrow I’m going to try and get in to the doctor. My husband has to call because no one will be able to hear me on the phone.
Until then, I’m relying on the lame amount of sign language I remember from grade school and typing messages into my phone or iPad. And trying to balance the fine line between breathing and coughing.
It’s a funny thing trying to stay quiet. We are such noisy creatures. We spend so little time in silent reflection. Without my voice, I’ve spent plenty of time reflecting and forgetting the sound of my voice.
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Ally
First- thank you for your comment! I hadn’t seen that story- it’s incredible. I actually just wrote a quick post about it because I thought it was way interesting 🙂 Second- hope your voice gets better! If I lost my voice, my husband might wish I never stopped whispering…