Loss of speech
I've lost my voice =( Seriously. I can't even utter a word that's more audible than a whisper. I've gotten slightly better today because occasionally, I will be able to make some sort of sound to prove that my vocal chords still exist and that I haven't entirely become a mute.
And awkwardly enough, I was supposed to make a speech for the E3 Awards Ceremony yesterday. Needless to say, that didn't happen. What did happen was I had it read out by someone else while I stood stupidly next to her on stage and smiled. I guess it worked out for the best because I hate hate hate making speeches.
Writing notes--my only means of trying to communicate to other people
I've ignored every phone call for the past two days, texting them back to tell them I can't speak. Thank goodness for unlimited text messaging. I now have a whole new appreciation for the ability to speak and talk freely. I didn't even know that I liked to talk so much until I've lost my voice. The inability to speak gives you a sense of insecurity. All I can do when people try to speak to me is smile awkwardly, and then proceed to either whisper or make hand gestures to tell them I lost my voice. And because of my dear laryngitis, I think I've become expert at Charades.
And awkwardly enough, I was supposed to make a speech for the E3 Awards Ceremony yesterday. Needless to say, that didn't happen. What did happen was I had it read out by someone else while I stood stupidly next to her on stage and smiled. I guess it worked out for the best because I hate hate hate making speeches.
Writing notes--my only means of trying to communicate to other people
I've ignored every phone call for the past two days, texting them back to tell them I can't speak. Thank goodness for unlimited text messaging. I now have a whole new appreciation for the ability to speak and talk freely. I didn't even know that I liked to talk so much until I've lost my voice. The inability to speak gives you a sense of insecurity. All I can do when people try to speak to me is smile awkwardly, and then proceed to either whisper or make hand gestures to tell them I lost my voice. And because of my dear laryngitis, I think I've become expert at Charades.