Cough, Sniff, sneeze....deep breath....
I have lost my voice. Sometime over the weekend it ran away and I haven't gotten it back yet. I don't know if this happens because all of last week I had a terrible cough, and that my coughing caused my voice to fail through overuse, or if sometimes colds take out your voice regardless. Because even though I coughed all of last week, my voice went out on me in about an hour. I went from being the girl with a bit of a cough who was a tad bit horse, to not being able to complete sentences in the time it took me drink a beer on Saturday. Now, had I known where this cold was going, I probably wouldn't have been drinking. But I didn't, and I was.
When I woke up this morning I wanted to believe that it wasn't that I feel really bad, it was just that I lost my voice. But the longer I am awake, the less I believe this to be true. I slept for ten hours last night and I think this is what helped me feel okay this morning. But I slept well because when I couldn't stop coughing once I laid down last night (you know how that works, you have your cough under control until you lay flat, and then you think you are going to die) so I took a tylenol 3 - the one with codeine in it. I knew I needed the sleep (I stayed up too late Saturday night - lost voice and all), and without it I might not be in class this morning. But Allison said she was worried about me because I didn't look like I felt well. I must be getting sick. I know I am hypochondriac, but I think I might actually be sick this time.
I have three classes this morning. I told the first teacher that I couldn't talk so he wouldn't call on me. I didn't tell the next teacher because he is the teacher that called on me last week and I didn't think he would call on me two days in a row, regardless of whether or not I could talk. But of course, he did call on me. Which is fine, I wish he would call on me all the time, because it would keep me focused and I would be more prepared. But it didn't change the fact that I can't talk. So I had to tell him the best I could that I couldn't talk. Well, I can talk for about 2/3 of a sentence, and then I lose it. But I did go to the trouble to tell my third teacher that I wasn't prepared, just be on the safe side.
When I woke up this morning I wanted to believe that it wasn't that I feel really bad, it was just that I lost my voice. But the longer I am awake, the less I believe this to be true. I slept for ten hours last night and I think this is what helped me feel okay this morning. But I slept well because when I couldn't stop coughing once I laid down last night (you know how that works, you have your cough under control until you lay flat, and then you think you are going to die) so I took a tylenol 3 - the one with codeine in it. I knew I needed the sleep (I stayed up too late Saturday night - lost voice and all), and without it I might not be in class this morning. But Allison said she was worried about me because I didn't look like I felt well. I must be getting sick. I know I am hypochondriac, but I think I might actually be sick this time.
I have three classes this morning. I told the first teacher that I couldn't talk so he wouldn't call on me. I didn't tell the next teacher because he is the teacher that called on me last week and I didn't think he would call on me two days in a row, regardless of whether or not I could talk. But of course, he did call on me. Which is fine, I wish he would call on me all the time, because it would keep me focused and I would be more prepared. But it didn't change the fact that I can't talk. So I had to tell him the best I could that I couldn't talk. Well, I can talk for about 2/3 of a sentence, and then I lose it. But I did go to the trouble to tell my third teacher that I wasn't prepared, just be on the safe side.