Really, I don’t. It’s late. I should be asleep. Besides, I sound like one of those mechanical voicebox things so you really don’t want me to say anything.
I thought I was feeling better last Thursday. So I met Mexigoalie, Nala, and Cat at Uncle Julio’s for Nala’s birthday on Friday afternoon. Then went to the Stars game with Red (hey, I paid $50 for that ticket to sit in the lower bowl and I wasn’t about to let some silly illness make that money go to waste!). All week I had been able to last, at most, 4 hours before curling up and sleeping for an hour or two. The stupid decongestent my doctor gave me makes me sooo drowsy. So by the time I got ready, drove to the restaurant, ate, and we headed to the game, I was already a good 3 hours into my semi-alert and awake time.
Midway through the first period, my eyes were tearing up, my throat hurt, and I couldn’t pay attention to the game. That’s right…I could not stay focused on the hockey game. Now you know I felt like shit.
Somehow, by the beginning of the 3rd period, I was feeling a little more human and was able to yell and scream and enjoy the game. Except for the fact that I had essentially no voice. We lost the game, which sucked. And confirmed my superstition that I can not ever sit in a different seat again. From now on, it’s my season ticket seat or bust.
After the game, Red had begged and pleaded with us days in advance to meet up afterwards for post-game adult beverages. So about 12 or so of us hit the Old No 7 for a few. I guess the alcohol numbed my throat so I felt ok, but my voice was getting harder and harder to tolerate.
After staying longer than a sick girl should, I finally headed home around midnight. Decided to stop at Jack in the Box for some coffee. Now keep in mind that I had not uttered a word since I said bye to my friends and left the bar. So it was to my complete surprise, and utter horror, that when I opened my mouth to order at the drive thru, I couldn’t get anything out louder than a whisper. I had to pull around to the window and repeat myself (as if repeating the words in my head that I couldn’t seem to vocalize really did much good) and use various attempts at sign language to order my coffee.
Three days later and I can talk now atleast. But I sound like a complete freak. Like I should be pushing some invisible button on my throat to speak.