Back on December 20, 2010, I wrote a letter to Winter and signed it "Tired of Winter Already and It Hasn't Even Begun Yet."
Well, it's a month later and I'm officially SICK and tired of winter.
Seriously, I'm sick. As in stuffy head, runny nose and scratchy throat. My throat isn't so much sore as my voice is totally gone and everytime I try to talk, I get short of breath. It sucks...big time.
I've learned a few things with the loss of my voice, including:
I must be at death's door. I swear that every time I opened my mouth someone would tell me how bad I sounded and how sick I must be. In reality, I don't feel good but I don't feel THAT bad.
I am very susceptible to suggestion. After being told that I MUST feel awful a few times, I actually start feeling worse. Now, if only people would start telling me I'm a millionaire...
It's really hard to talk to yourself with no voice. I keep opening my mouth to tell myself something important and nothing comes out. How annoying...maybe I'll start writing myself notes or maybe even send myself an email or two.
I should just let my phone go to voicemail and call them back later. It takes me two or three tries to just say hello.
I should try out for American Idol. Seriously, my sick voice is right up there with some of those folks who were on the show last night. I didn't watch but I heard some clips on the radio this morning. Yikes!
Hopefully, my voice decides to come back soon. I may have to resort to bringing a dry erase board and marker with me to my meetings tomorrow!