I feel like Ariel . . .

On Monday I thought it was cool to lose my voice. Today I am not so sure, as it seems now I can't find it! It did make for a pretty interesting day however. Let me give you a recap . . .

7:30 am - get to school, find my supervisor, attempt to talk to her only to have her double over in laughter because nothings coming out. I end up writing her a note explaining my predicament. She tells me to go home. I refuse. I'm not sick, I just can't talk.

8:45 am - my first class gets into the room, all of them seem to have a million questions that need to be answered IMMEDIATLEY! A hushed silence falls over the room as one by one they realize that something isn't right. I refer them to the white board which explains the situation, and they all nod their heads in understanding. It turns into some sort of quiet game. I can't talk so they have to whisper?? I enjoyed this the most. This class is usually loud and competitive, today they were somber and whispery. My favorite part of the day was when I had to answer questions so I would write a response on the board. It looked something like this on the white board at the end of the class. . .

Who needs to leave for the assembly?
What time do you need to leave?
Please turn your work in before you leave.
No, the work from last night AND the work from today.
Ask me tomorrow, I don't want to write all of this on the board today!

12:30 pm - The rest of the day has been pretty similar to my first class only now my students have confused not being able to talk with not being able to hear! Some of them are trying to "sign" to me. Only I am fairly certain they are making up the sign language on their own. Again, I go to the board and write down that I can't talk but I can hear! Therefore, there is no need for whatever it is they are trying to attempt (This was said in nicer terms).

1:00 pm - I try to talk to my friend Leeann to see if my voice is coming back and sure enough, no go. I give her my doctor's phone number and have her call and schedule an appointment for me because I can't talk. The day before my mom kept telling me I need to go see my doctor, so I finally give in. I don't really like doctors . . . at all.

1:30 pm - go to my supervisor's classroom to let her know I have to leave early, she's not there so I leave her a message to come see me so I can tell her. 15 minutes later, I get a phone call in my room. I answer it and again, she just starts laughing at my attempt at talking. If I was sensitive about this, I might have been in tears at this point, put I tried to talk and laugh which just sounded wierd and made her laugh even harder. She comes down to my room, I am able to explain to her what is going on and she takes over my class for the rest of the day so I can go see my doctor.

2:30 pm - go to the doctor, sit in the waiting room for 45 minutes, get my blood pressure taken and my weight checked (that was not a pleasent experience) and then finally meet with the doctor who approaches it like this . . . "Well sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. It's viral, so you just have to let it go through its course. " My response was, nothing? Absolutely nothing? "Oh yeah, don't talk and try to drink hot tea and gargle salt water and gets lots of rest." My thinking was, couldn't you have offered this before, instead of telling me that there was NOTHING I could do?

So - That's the story. Right now, after almost of a full day of no talking, my voice is coming back in spurts. I'm just hoping it comes back full swing by Sunday. I have a small solo in a Fireside, and I don't want to mess things up by not being able to sing.