I can't be sick, I'm going on vacation in two days! That's exactly what I thought when I woke up last Tuesday morning with a scratchy, irritated, throat; nasal congestion, and minor body aches. Thankfully, the doctor said it was just a cold and not the flu.
But, I completely lost my voice. Completely.
The prognosis: Don't talk. Don't whisper. At all.
The doctor then asks, What do you do for a living? When I tell her (in a whisper) that I'm a sales rep, she actually laughs. She says, I should be ok to travel, but I need to stop talking and get some rest.
Thankfully, my boss and colleagues are understanding (some are even sympathetic) and I take the next 1.5 days off work before I leave for a week's vacation. Between my Sweetie's TLC, soup, cold meds, throat lozenges, and lot's of hot tea, I really do feel better by Thursday morning. But, I still can't talk. Not even a little.
To his credit, my Sweetie doesn't gloat even a little bit over my inability to speak. Not to my face, anyway. I do know he and my boss exchanged a few emails about how this is like having Christmas come early. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Actually, I'm kind of enjoying not talking. One of my favorite bible scriptures is Exodus 14:14 which says (roughly) the Lord will fight for you while you keep silent. So, being silent isn't such a bad thing. Maybe God is acting on my behalf and needs me to stay quiet and stay out of His way. I can do that.
I finally got my voice back mid-way through our trip. It was nice to be able to talk, again. But, being quiet is nice, too.
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