Do All The Talking
Phone: *rings obnoxiously*
Me: Hello?
Kendra: Katie?
Me: Yes.
Kendra: Katie, are you there?
Me: Yes, hi Kendra.
Kendra: Helloooooooo.
Me: HI KENDRA!
Kendra: Whoa... you sound like shit.
Me: Thanks -_-
Kendra: What was that?
Me: JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!
Don't get me wrong, I love my cousin. But she called me a grand total of four minutes after grandma Jackie and a similar conversation, to tell me the exact same thing. She couldn't have known, but my vocal cords wanted to commit murder all the same. I had to shout to be understood, and then not very well, because all my itty bitty rasp does is become a high-pitched sort of quiet shriek. Not pretty at all, I'm telling you.
Grandma has her bets on laryngitis. But that one isn't typically accompanied by a phlegmy cough, just a dry one. I would go to the doctor... except for the bit where I have no health insurance and no spare $$$. So long as I can speak again by Christmas Eve, it'll be fine. Until then, I will endure the mocking that is inevitable with a lack of voice like this one.
It does keep me from long trips to Mejier with grandma Joan. No one wants a sick girl infecting the whole of Saginaw. So I'll just continue playing Harvest Moon from my bed until "dinner", TV with grandpa, movie with Kid, more Harvest Moon, then pass out. This has been the past few days. Harvest Moon is highly addictive. Seriously.
Me: Hello?
Kendra: Katie?
Me: Yes.
Kendra: Katie, are you there?
Me: Yes, hi Kendra.
Kendra: Helloooooooo.
Me: HI KENDRA!
Kendra: Whoa... you sound like shit.
Me: Thanks -_-
Kendra: What was that?
Me: JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!
Don't get me wrong, I love my cousin. But she called me a grand total of four minutes after grandma Jackie and a similar conversation, to tell me the exact same thing. She couldn't have known, but my vocal cords wanted to commit murder all the same. I had to shout to be understood, and then not very well, because all my itty bitty rasp does is become a high-pitched sort of quiet shriek. Not pretty at all, I'm telling you.
Grandma has her bets on laryngitis. But that one isn't typically accompanied by a phlegmy cough, just a dry one. I would go to the doctor... except for the bit where I have no health insurance and no spare $$$. So long as I can speak again by Christmas Eve, it'll be fine. Until then, I will endure the mocking that is inevitable with a lack of voice like this one.
It does keep me from long trips to Mejier with grandma Joan. No one wants a sick girl infecting the whole of Saginaw. So I'll just continue playing Harvest Moon from my bed until "dinner", TV with grandpa, movie with Kid, more Harvest Moon, then pass out. This has been the past few days. Harvest Moon is highly addictive. Seriously.