I have laryngitis.
Truth be told, I have never really had laryngitis before. I've had a sore throat and a little hoarseness, but my voice is pretty much totally gone. When I still had a voice on Sunday, I could sing a low C pretty comfortably.
Actually, singing so much on Sunday probably didn't help things. Nor did six straight hours of teaching yesterday. I cancelled my Wednesday class, so after this afternoon, I should be able to just shut up. Hopefully, this will be spiritually enlightening, a vow of silence. More likely, it will just be annoying.
My father, who is still recovering from breaking several bones in his leg after trying to stand up in the living room (!), responded to my plight by telling me, "You get sick a lot." My students had the same response. I told them it was an occupational hazard.
The whole thing reminded me of Reality Bites. Talkin' 'bout my generation. . . Big time points to the first gentle reader to identify correctly which part of the movie. This time, google searches are allowed.
I'm going to go contemplate my navel now. In silence.
Posted by Meredith at November 26, 2002 10:25 AM