Well, I have no voice. Nothing wrong with my fingers, so I can communicate well enough to the world at large, but to my family and at work? Nope.
Started Wednesday afternoon at work and I wasn’t feeling very good. Woke up Thursday am feeling like crap. Diabetes numbers were way up there too. Double crap. So, for the first time since I had a kidney stone years ago I called in sick. That was Thursday. I spent the day in bed, just like when you were sick when you were a kid. Had to stay in bed. Except, no comic books for me. I coughed and wheezed. My chest hurt and I couldn’t breathe. I spent the day taking Nyquil that I found out later had expired in January.
DeeDude made 2 trips out to buy me stuff. I’d told him on Thursday when he’d called me that I wanted SPT that night. That’s Sick Person’s Treatment.
Friday I went to work. Still sick, but able enough to join the workforce. Figured if I was to give this to everybody in the office they’d already had the opportunity to get it. In fact, when I called in Thursday am to tell them I wasn’t going to come in my co-worker said she wasn’t feeling good either. Based on what’s going on this morning I really should not have gone in. My voice was doing really strange things yesterday, up and down, squeaky and froggy by turns. I should have seen it coming and clammed up.
Today, I can’t talk. I spent some time upon awakening coughing up a storm and blowing my nose a lot. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until DeeDude woke up blowing his nose. I went in to say good morning and nothing came out. Figure it’s just a temporary thing and it will come back eventually. I’ve got two days to get through this.