The darkness that settled on Camp Ramshackle has lingered despite my flippant remark that I felt we were recuperating or, if you believe in a jinx, because of my flippant remark. It feels like the red demon above took up residence in my throat & pulled my voice down to the lower regions of Hades. I've gone four days without being able to speak. I take it as a forceful reminder to listen more and speak less.
I keep hoping that tomorrow my voice will be back. Perhaps my voice has been on a Dantean journey and is ready to scurry past Cerberus. Maybe it will be back tomor... oh, I'm not even going to write it.
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That's a great mask!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you're not feeling well. Laryngitis is a weird illness, isn't it? Just what exactly is going on down there, and what can I do to fix this is what I always think. I have a great folk remedy for coughing, but no voice I don't know how to fix. Maybe just hot liquids. That's supposed to be good for a sore throat because it brings blood to the surface of the throat. Maybe hot teas will help. Or a hot toddy.
Feel better soon!