I have to say – except I can’t – that laryngitis sucks.
Not that I ever thought it was a picnic, but I’ve never lost my voice before, and therefore I’ve never had to operate without it. I’ve never had to survive solely on e-mail and IM. I’ve never had to go to the grocery store and use sign language and hastily scribbled messages on note pads. I’ve never had to try and get my cat to stop doing something bad without yelling at her. I suppose there’s a lesson in this somewhere, but I’m too unimpressed to try and find it.
It’s frustrating. I had to have Sharolyn call in to my voicemail and leave an outgoing message explaining that I couldn’t speak, and would call back when I could. I feel helpless. This is dumb. I can’t even squeak.
Earlier this year I’d decided that I wanted to go on a silent retreat. This is not what I had in mind.
Some article updates… I have a front-of-the-book piece in the latest issue of Yoga Journal, discussing how beneficial silence can be to your well being (the irony is not lost on me, trust me.) And AOL Travel published my piece about shopping in India… which I haven’t done yet, but hope to do soon. I suspect I’ll need my voice for that, though.
Why does it feel like I'm being punished for eating reindeer?
