Dearest lovely melodious voice of mine,
I lost you on 1st July 2012.
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It graduated from a sore throat to itchy throat to mild cough and finally losing you.. Okay, at the moment of typing this blog entry (1st July 2012 5pm), I have cracky frog-like croaks, I can muster up a few syllabus and soft whispers if I really really need to but that will put a strain to my already sand-papery throat.
Now back to why I said it is a torture for me to lose you...
#1: I cannot communicate to my children
And by communicating I actually meant scolding. Heh... I realised that without you, it is really hard to get the attention of my hyper active 3 year old boy. Normally I'll be calling out Ben's name every now and then to make sure he doesn't get into mischief and that he does what I told him to.
Now the sucky part of losing you is simple things like my boy asking me to see what he built with his Lego toys, normally I can just tell him 'Yes Ben, mummy is looking! Wow! That is amazing!' but this time I could only nod and mouthed out the words 'Wow!' and then give him a thumbs up signalling good job! Lucky for me, he gets the meaning of thumbs up and happily trotted off somewhere usually.
Now, the problem is when we went out earlier today, I was carrying Alyson and Ben tried pushing Alyson's stroller to follow daddy who wanted to go to the restroom for a while. You should've seen how pissed off I was trying to call Ben's name, trying to stop him from following daddy (hubby didn't realised Ben wanted to follow him, else he would've brought Ben along) and in the end, I just croaked out Ben's name and told him to stop. There are a few people nearby the restroom area looking at me weirdly, yes I know I have sexy frog-like croaks... sigh...
#2: I cannot communicate to my mother in law
Now, my MIL has hearing problems. And memory problems. She forgets things easily. I told her earlier this morning that I lost my voice and few hours later, she comes asking me stuff and when I tried to mouth out the words 'No voice' she doesn't get what I'm trying to say. Not only I have to try repeating that, I also have to sort of increase the volume of my dying voice since my MIL has hearing problems. Arghhh... torture!
#3: My husband laughing at my voice
and it is not helping with my attempts to stay happy...! Arghhh... right about now, in the whole house, he is the only one who could understand the words I mouthed off and everytime I mouthed off something, there is a smirk on his face! You can see how hard he tries to hold himself from laughing at my sexy-croaks..! Arghhhhh!!
Oh voice, please don't go away anymore.. it is really torturing to lose you!
