I want to try out my voice.
I ask the cats if they would like something to eat.
Yeah, I know, dumb question.
They go running into the kitchen.
They are delighted that I am home all day.
After taking my meds, I was falling asleep standing up, so back to bed I went.
Another lost day, sleeping and coughing.
Woke up at 3pm and took another shot at talking.
Still barely audible.
And the worst part is I don’t feel much better.
Throat is still sore.
I am fatigued.
And tomorrow is the Super Bowl.
No party this year.
I’ve been thinking: If my voice never comes back, I may have to retire.
Now, wouldn’t that be a tragedy?
I am so happy I have taken up texting in the past few months.
Now if only I could remember to turn on the #%$@#5 phone.
Ok kids, back to bed for me.
I need to get some beauty rest.
And to hang out with the critters, coughing up a storm.
Can’t wait to feel better.
As it has been said: The world is not the same without a crazy chicken butt raising hell.
Ok I made that up, but you know what? I like it.