Aug 07, 2008 13:44
Sometimes I really hate heredity. Of all the things my maternal grandmother could have given me did it have to be her tendency to always get Laryngitis?? You have to understand...I talk...alot....well all the time really, and having no voice (And I mean nothing, nada, have to pantomime everything to my co-workers gone) for anywhere from 4 days (the shortest it's ever lasted) to 7 days (the longest so far)is nothing short of sheer torture.
What's really bad is that my co-workers rather then feeling pity for me, tend to cheer loudly when it happens. My boss has cheered both mornings I've come in with nothing but a whisper, the owner laughed, the girls at the courthouse got a real kick out of it, and do you know how hard it is to go through a drive through with nothing but a croak?? Not to mention the interesting phone conversations I have during this time:
Me: You....called... (croaky voice like Kermit, but with less volume)
Dad: I was just calling to see if your better...
Me: Nuhhuh
Dad: Oh, well I just wanted to call and check on you, so you still feel bad?
Me: Mmmhmmmm
Moment of Dead Silence........................................
Dad: Well then I guess I'll let you go.....
Me: Mmmmmmm
Dad: Okay, get better bye.....
Me: MMMmmmm (Bye Bye in Hum language)
Sigh!! I want my voice back!!!!
i hate heredity,
real life