I’ve had no voice now for about a week and a half. It’s getting pretty old because I am someone who values speech. And I value being literate and understandable. I try not to talk as much, so every time I do open my mouth, a squeaky, creaky version of my voice comes out and it is quite disheartening. I mostly feel fine, but strangely, people are more solicitous of me because of the symptom they can hear. I’ve felt much worse than this and had nobody notice at all. LOL
I’ve heard, “Are you all right?” “You sound so weak.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” And others. I apologize to people on the phone, and they start talking louder to make up for my disability. (That one is kind of funny.) ^_^
Writing has saved me. I can be just as literate and understandable as ever and so I write and write and write. What a relief.
On that note, I leave you with a quotation by W. Somerset Maugham. ^_^
“There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”