Sore throat and cold symptoms all weekend + One vodka tonic + one beer at P&L x 2 nights + Screaming for KSU for 2 hours x 2 nights = NO VOICE
I have no voice. Absolutely none. If I try my hardest, I can squeak out a few words. The girls think I’m hilarious. Singing “Telephone” by Gaga in my mouse voice to the girls probably wasn’t the greatest idea. I went from high pitched squeaking to nothing. I’ve downed hot coffee, hot cocoa, hot water. I gargled with salt water. Nothing is working.
I know. I could have made better decisions. Probably could have given up my ticket to a friend and tried to get over my cold. Or not drink. Or not scream in excitement one night and scream in anger the next night.
I told Emma that Ursula, the sea witch, took my voice. No, actually, I couldn’t “tell” her. I pointed to a picture of Ursula then pointed to my throat. Then made a sad face. She completely understood.
I had to type a text message on my phone at Starbucks and show the guy my order. He made my coffee extra hot.