I lost my voice last Thursday. I wish I could find it.
The day started out with me feeling a little vocal stress from the lingering effects of a cold. Unfortunately, Thursday is my long day, with classes from 8:00am to 8:35pm. I kept pushing myself vocally in each class, trying to be heard above the kiddos. Alas, by the end of my last class session all I could do is puff and squeak. No real sounds. No coherent words. It was every professor’s nightmare. I figured I’d sleep it off, but no. On Friday I wandered around the city, gesturing to get my point across and hoping people would look up as I mouthed “excuse me,” or “thank you,” so that I wouldn’t come across as a rude jerk. I cancelled my Saturday class, and did the best I could not to respond to people at church on Sunday. It was depressing. Clearly, I am an incurable chatterbox. I had no idea how much I would miss being able to converse with people.
I now have an app on my phone that does text to speak, and my computer has been endowed with a voice – a sexy man named “Alex.” My students are gonna love him on Monday. Still, these awesome technological tools don’t allow me the fluidity and flexibility to sound out ideas as I go or respond with special vocal inflection to make a point. Grrrr. Also, I can’t answer the phone. Well, that’s not exactly true. I can answer, but I shouldn’t. It’s not very effective at the moment. Still, I’ve been drinking copious amounts of tea and getting lots of rest. Hopefully my voice will wander back on it’s own soon.