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January 04, 2008
january brought jane, but jane's so full of pain. . .
The cold that brewed steadily through the last days of December became a croaking, creaking pain by New Year's Eve, and a fun party-time evening with friends old and new was spent alternately coughing and slowly sipping scotch, hoping for some relief for my throat. My throat responded by dumping a thick pile of crud onto my vocal cords, where it has sat until today, when I spoke my first words of 2008 (unless you count stage whispers and hand gestures). I sound like a June bullfrog, that is when I can get any sound to come out at all. But it's starting to look like I may have enough voice in me to teach my class on Tuesday after all.
Posted by jodi at January 4, 2008 09:51 PM | categories: self-absorbtion
Comments
A) Glad to hear you're feeling better
B) That picture is just...creepy
Posted by: NWJR at January 5, 2008 08:21 AM
That picture is terrorfying! Why why is there a million baby dolls decorating the house!? and covered in snow?
Posted by: Sarah at January 5, 2008 10:59 AM
I had sort of the same thing a few days ago and my voice is still recovering. I sound like Brenda Vaccaro. When I could finally speak again, my daughter said, "You found your voice! Where was it?"
"Under the bed, sweetie. The dog put it there."
Posted by: liz at January 5, 2008 02:19 PM
I'm sorry, but all those baby dolls creep me out. And I embalm people.
Posted by: nstssj at January 7, 2008 02:48 AM