The old adage about not appreciating something until you’ve lost it holds true for the power of speech. I can croak a little bit but I’ve basically lost my voice and it has drastically affected my quality of life. This may come as no surprise to those of you who know me, but it would seem that I am rather verbose. It also turns out when I’m not talking (when I’m alone) I’m singing. The solitary silence has been awkward.
There are of course the idiots at work who don’t care or remember that I can’t speak. I wrote in big letters on my dry erase board that I’d lost my voice and would point at it when they’d show up. Mind you, they’re showing up after I’d messaged them, informing them that I had lost my voice and then gave them whatever information they needed. “Are you still sick? Do you think you’re getting worse? So you can’t talk?”
No jerkwad, I can’t. Note the sign I painstakingly wrote in big letters so even you could read it?
Turns out social activity is really curtailed as well when you can’t speak. Can’t go to parties. Can’t hang out with friends, or if you do you both have to realize that it’ll be a one sided conversation with a lot of hand gestures and nodding, or it’ll just be silent. Card playing works. Movies work. In short, I’m a real ball of shits and giggles for a few days.
It’s amazing how drastically life changes when you can’t communicate.
In other news I’ve left town for a few days to nurse my wounds and be around people … and I’m thinking of setting up a photography section of the site to post/host my photography on. Would any of you have any interest in that? It’ll be a lot of ocean pictures (water, birds, sea creatures, sand, dogs), oak trees and rolling hills (dogs, fog and the like), dogs, and possibly some snow.
Let me know what you think. For now I’m going to retire and rest this weary body. Happy Friday everyone.