Patrick said his first word, Dada, at 8 1/2 months. Melkamu said his first English word, Mama, shortly after we came home. Jason's a lawyer, he clearly knows how to talk.
Me, I would like to be able to start talking again. Now. Because it's hard to do this professor thing without a voice.
I had a cold last week, just a normal cold. I felt lousy for about 2 days and felt pretty good on Friday...until that evening, when I could feel the tell-tale signs that my voice was going to go out. Could I have stopped talking then? Not really, since we (read: my fellow co-advisors and I) had taken our health sciences club to an exhibit and they kept asking us a lot of questions. I skipped shul on Saturday morning, by which point my voice was fully gone, figuring that at least then I wouldn't be tempted to talk to my friends. But none of my voice came back and I spent all of Saturday night chit-chatting and having a grand old time with my raspy, squeaky voice.
Unsurprisingly, my voice wasn't even remotely better yesterday morning. I tried not to talk all day but yeah, like that was going to happen, and then I had to teach my Bradley class last night.
Today: two lectures--done. I rasped and squeaked my way through them. I even let the second one out 10 minutes early because my voice was gone and I couldn't do anything else. What a surprise--today, I've already had 3 students in my office during office hours. I can't tell you how often NO ONE shows up but today, when I have no voice, they're all coming by.
Choir rehearsal tonight: I'll be there, oh I will be there. But I will be sitting in the audience and taking notes on my music without saying a word. Lessons and Carols is in less than a month and we only meet once a week until the week of the performances. (And yes, you COMPLETELY want to be there.)
If you happen to find out who stole my voice, I need it back. I really need it back. Help!