Okay, I'm now about to enter week THREE of my bout with laryngitis. Let me tell you, I think the virus is winning at this point. One day I'll feel almost better and then the next I'll feel like I've been hit with the Ass Bus. I lost my voice again Friday afternoon and had to leave work early since I couldn't do anything without my voice really, and I was starting to feel like ass again. So I came home and spent the whole weekend on the couch, barely talking, except for today since I'm on call.
As a side note, for the last few months when I've been oncall, I've barely gotten any calls. Today I've gotten only 4 or so, so it's not that bad, but it's much more talking than I wanted to do today. Oh well.
Back to my first rant... Dolores, I don't know how you managed this AND took care of two kids. My hat is off to you, lady, because I can barely make it from the couch to the fridge and that's a total of 3 feet. I've taken your advice, Dolores, and I've been putting honey in my tea and it helps.
*sigh*
In other news, I'm halfway thru my third book of the year - The Golden Compass. Next week is the wedding expo with the girls, that will be fun if I have a voice. Other than that... I got nothing.
Other than Josh Groban in my living room.