So, last Friday night Big J and I went to the Brewers game at Miller Park. We had great seats, first level behind home plate, and had a great time. I cheered for the Brewers who won despite not playing their best game. I am a fairly calm fan...I cheer when something exciting happens, stand up occasionally, but pretty much keep it in control.
Imagine my surprise after the game when I went to say something to my husband in the parking lot and....nothing came out. I had no voice. None. When I was able to squeak out a word or two, I sounded like a young boy in the height of adolescence.
I woke up the next morning with little improvement. I called my mother who didn't know who I was until she looked at her caller ID. She suggested resting my voice. At that point, I had rested it the ten hours I had been asleep and it hadn't helped any. Besides, Big J was having a ball coming up with all kinds of silly questions just to hear me try to answer them.
It's been almost a week now, and I still do not sound right at all. While I can make myself heard, nobody can identify my voice as mine unless they are looking at me. It was a little amusing in the beginning, but it is downright annoying now. I have no other cold symptoms (thank goodness since Little J is having his adenoids out tomorrow and I'd hate to give him a cold!).
Maybe the universe is sending me a message?? A psychotherapist would probably say that I feel like I am not being heard. I'm guessing the message is to keep my opinion to myself for a while. Hmmmmmm....I don't think that applies to my blog, right?
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