So, I kept feeling worse. And worse.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
I have lost my voice.
I ended up back at the doctor this morning. It turns out that I have laryngitis (duh?) bronchitis and pneumonia. My chest hurts, but I can't tell anyone. I can't breathe, but I can't talk about it.
My throat is raw. My nose hurts. My ear is infected.
Just shoot me.
There is joy in this. Dave is experiencing joy.
No talking - no fussing at the kids. I am going to be quiet.
But soon, Dave will miss my voice and my cackling laughter.
Who will he argue with?
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