Losing my voice, losing my mind

I’ve never lost my voice — not even from weekend Ultimate tourneys. I had a coach say that if you hadn’t lost your voice by the end of the weekend, then you were not being loud enough on the sidelines for your team. In my head, I was thinking “I am! Some people just don’t ever lose their voices. They have good vocal cords or something.” And then I even helped coach a team one year and with that I was definitely yelling way more than when I was just a player, but nope, no lost voice. Not even a hoarse voice.

Cue laryngitis.

Yesterday I woke up with my voice kind of fading. I knew that what I was calling “allergies” the week before was now a cold. I drank lots of fluids and got 10 hours of sleep.

I woke up this morning with a very hoarse voice. I barely have a voice! And you know what? It’s really difficult to do your job when you have no voice as a reporter. I made a phone call in the morning to one man who I needed to interview for a story. It took five times — yes, FIVE! I am not exaggerating! — of me repeating my name and the name of my newspaper for him to understand who I was. After that, I was so tired and frustrated, I decided to arrange a time with him to continue/do the whole interview tomorrow.

For all those people who claim say that real communication is done non-verbally through a look, a gesture, ARE WRONG. As a journalist, my job is to communicate with others and without a voice, I can’t do it, no matter how hard I try.

Luckily, the doctor prescribed me some meds and said my voice should get better in a few days. (I wish, tomorrow … what about that interview??) And driving to the pharmacy, a George Michael song came on the radio and my automatic reflex was to sing along. I opened my mouth and when nothing followed by scratchy-ness came out, I remembered to stop. How did Ariel do it? — Oh yes, she was doing it for true love, that’s how she got through.

I am stocked with my prescription meds, Robitussin, cough drops, limeade, and cans of soup. If I even have a half-voice by the end of the week, I will be much happier. It’s not like I have a job, or am going to run a half marathon in five days. FIVE DAYS.


One thought on “Losing my voice, losing my mind

  1. “How did Ariel do it? — Oh yes, she was doing it for true love, that’s how she got through.”

    Love it! so all you need to do is flop your cute little fishy tail on a searock and wait for your Captain Eric to swim ashore. Puget Sound should do, but be careful of those giant Ursula octopuses out there.

    Best of luck to you, my love! Aish, race in 5 days? you’re an animal…

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