I realize that I have not written since February, but if I could summarize the last few months, one word comes to mind. You guessed it! Laryngitis.
Ever since I was a freshman in high school, whenever I would come down with a cold, almost 95% of the time, I would also get laryngitis as well. I guess it’s some kind of two for one special. Whatever it is, I definitely don’t want it.
Getting sick during my academic career happened like clockwork, I would be hit with a cold around December and then again in April. As a choir singer, we always had concerts around those times, and you guessed it, I would be singing with a horse voice most of the time.
Laryngitis is one of the reasons why I never desired to actively pursued a singing career. My voice is just something I can never seem to count on. I could recall when I was in my high school choir, I would sometimes get a solo, but when concert night came, my then soprano voice would take on a new raspy quality of its own. I sounded like a female version of Rod Stewart. It is not easy to sing when you are recovering from Laryngitis. I was always worried that my voice would crack. Somehow, thanks be to God, I managed good vocal control.
This year, a few days after Sunny’s 15th birthday (March 23rd), I was greeted with a sore throat which morphed into a cold and of course, Laryngitis. Now, I can handle a cold, but Laryngitis is not so easy since it makes me sound a whole lot sicker than I actually am. Whenever I had to answer the telephone at work, I would always say in an apologetic way: “I have laryngitis. I don’t normally sound like this.” Whenever I get laryngitis, I sound like a much hoarser version of Joan Rivers.
After a week or so I was back to my old self again and everything was going great. Nikki turned 15 years old (April 19th), which was then followed by Easter on the 21st. Things were looking up, and I thought I was in the clear Laryngitis-wise. The weather was getting warmer, and the days were getting longer and sunnier.
May seemingly started off well until Friday, May 10th, which happens to be my father’s birthday. I started to feel a bit off and thought I was experiencing post nasal drip caused by seasonal allergies. However, by Saturday afternoon, my voice started to go and at around 9pm that evening, I began to feel quite sick. I had a low-grade fever that reached 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and I began to experience body aches. Thankfully by that next morning my temperature went down to moral and the body aches subsided. I wanted to rejoice but well, I had no voice. Furthermore, my head was killing me and I felt like it was going to pop. It was a cold, and laryngitis was again at my side. Whenever I attempted to talk, a little squeaky voice would come out. I sounded a bit like Mickey mouse. It took extreme effort to talk and so for that entire day, I didn’t. I am sure the Hallelujah chorus was being sung somewhere.
Today, my voice is starting to return. Though I still sound a bit like Joan Rivers, at least I can speak a little bit more comfortably without any strain. Laryngitis is one of those things that I wish I didn’t get more than once a year. It always comes at the worst time. Perhaps it should be thought of as a reminder to be grateful that I can talk.
I realize that other might enjoy my added silence as I have been told that I talk too much. My mother’s most frequent question to me is: “Can you go five minutes without talking?” The answer to that question is of course “yes,” but when I have a lot to say and share with people, I prefer to just let it out. Better out then in is what I say.
As my period of silence comes to a close, I can happily celebrate my voice’s return. Here is to many great conversations and wonderful church choir singing!