Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Laryngitis

It's a bitch to spell. Even worse to endure. For Smartmom, not being able to talk is a fate worse than dying.

But she can still write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She can still use her fingers to express what she has to say.

THANK GOD.

Really though. Not being able to talk is just a nightmare for Smartmom. She feels invisble, like she's left the building, or is trapped inside her own skin. She's a brain without a voice. It's really...

...awful.

On the plus side, it quieter than usual around here. Maybe even a tad calmer. Actually, it is very calm. The children are whispering. So very hushed. Shhh. Nice.

Good for sleeping.

Hepcat isn't exactly verbose. Teen Spirit has lots to say but he's given up because a one-sided conversation with Smartmom just isn't much fun: too many questions, no answers. OSFO is downstairs playing with her friend (which partly explains why it's so quiet here).


Smartmom went to see her lovely neighborhood doctor. He prescribed antibiotics for an ear infection. The cough, the laryngitis, the throat pain are viral. Not much to do but wait it out with tea, vitamins, salt water, steam...

Any suggestions?

Smartmom found her singing bowl which makes a perfect gong. Great for notifying family members that she needs something. Great for getting Hepcat's attention when he looks away or is kidnapped by newsprint. Gong! Hey there! Helloooooooo! Smartmom needs something! Hey you! Hey! Help! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Gong!

Sometimes it works.

Back to bed now. Smartmom is not used to feeling this awful. But she'll get through this with Ricola Swiss Herb Throat Drops, her family, Beautiful Smile, a pad of paper and pen, and her trusty little singing bowl.

Gong! Hey there! Helloooooooo! Smartmom needs something! Hey you! Hey! Help! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Gong!



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