For three days I lay bedridden, unable to move from the bed to the kitchen to pour myself some water and then poof, today I woke up feeling almost okay [though not quite] and as I opened my mouth to tell my husband…. squeak. Nothing came out. Nothing nada. I have laryngitis as I cannot speak except at a soft whisper. I guess all the coughing finally pissed my larynx off enough to say you know what? when you learn to treat me better then I’ll consider coming back, but until then you just think about how much you took me for granted! If I could send it a dozen tulips, I would.
What’s interesting is the reaction to me having laryngitis. Some examples from a Whole Foods excursion:
Fish guy as I point out the salmon and then make a hand gesture for 1 pound raises his eyebrows and says “You think you’re being followed or something?” Lesson 1: People with laryngitis cannot speak, they do not suffer from paranoid delusions.
Meat guy as I point to the cut I want and whisper the third one, says I can’t hear you. I point to my throat and shake my head. I stand on tip toe and whisper as loud as I can and he says as a matter of factly “You just gonna have to speak up now” Lesson 2: If you have laryngitis you just can’t!
Check out lady asks me if I’ve tried the soup before, I whisper no but it looks good. She in turns whispers back that many customers say its the best one. Lesson 3: You do not have to whisper back, people with laryngitis often have exquisite hearing.
I represent disabled children so when I briefly encounter a temporary disability such as this where I am without an important bodily function, though I find it inconvenient, I’m amazed at the strength of those, some just children, who live with such obstacles and curious glances day in and day out. I guess in everything even sometimes in the seemingly bad, there is cause to pause and be grateful.