I hate being sick.
So I went from a healthy me to a voiceless me in less than six hours. I was at work and was fine. I get off work and I'm waiting on Cesar to finish so we can get ready to see New Moon (I need another viewing before I can decide if I really liked it or not), and this cough develops. I cough throughout the movie (sorry, movie-goers) and my voice was about at 40% at the end. I fall asleep very quickly on Cesar's couch (roughly 3:30 am). Peter calls about ten to six saying he's off work and needs directions so he can pick me up. But apparently I lost my voice while I slept. I have to do that extremely breathy no voice whisper. I'm picked up, McDonald's has $7.54 of mine, and I fall asleep as soon as possible. Mother calls me. I inform her I'm not feeling well.
"Are you dead?" she asks.
"Oh, yes," I croak pitifully. "Very dead."
"Well, you sound awful."
"I feel awful."
"Jessica wants to know how the movie was."
"It was good. Tell her I said, 'Nanny-nanny, boo-boo."
*scoff* "Jamie."
"I'll call you later, Mom, I need to go back to sleep."
I sleep until 1 pm. And it was good. Called Jessica and she let me know that I sounded like a "92-year-old chain-smoker whose about to die". I kept quiet for as much of the day as possible. Drink a ton of hot tea and changed it up with Theraflu. My voice returned for the most part. Too bad after I went to bed for the rest of the night, my cough returned. So I'm pretty sure my voice is going out again also. BLEH!
Hopefully I can be the food runner for tomorrow morning or something like that. I NEED to work but I also don't really want to interact with people too much. In all honesty, I probably shouldn't be at work at all tomorrow. *sigh* Them's the breaks....
"Are you dead?" she asks.
"Oh, yes," I croak pitifully. "Very dead."
"Well, you sound awful."
"I feel awful."
"Jessica wants to know how the movie was."
"It was good. Tell her I said, 'Nanny-nanny, boo-boo."
*scoff* "Jamie."
"I'll call you later, Mom, I need to go back to sleep."
I sleep until 1 pm. And it was good. Called Jessica and she let me know that I sounded like a "92-year-old chain-smoker whose about to die". I kept quiet for as much of the day as possible. Drink a ton of hot tea and changed it up with Theraflu. My voice returned for the most part. Too bad after I went to bed for the rest of the night, my cough returned. So I'm pretty sure my voice is going out again also. BLEH!
Hopefully I can be the food runner for tomorrow morning or something like that. I NEED to work but I also don't really want to interact with people too much. In all honesty, I probably shouldn't be at work at all tomorrow. *sigh* Them's the breaks....