It started on Tuesday after I had taught 3 classes. My voice got crackly. And then went hoarse. The next day I couldn’t talk. So I googled. It says rest your voice as much as possible. Drink plenty of fluids. Use a humidifier. Suck on cough drops. “Soon” it’ll go away.
So I quit talking and started typing on my phone. I type out my order at Starbucks. I type out directives to my kids. I text my husband instead of yell for him when he’s downstairs and I’m upstairs.
And now I wait. And wait. And wait. It’s okay, but I have to work in a couple of days. I pray it gets better. I’ve been looking forward to this day as it’s a launch where we teach a new release for the first time. We do it as a team and it’s very exciting. But not if I can’t talk!
I’m asking God why. And what is this supposed to teach me. I’m not sick and I suspect it has something to do with the 18 years of second-hand smoke I had to breathe in from my mom smoking when I was a kid.
It’s very humbling and you realize how much you do take your voice for granted. How much you communicate with it. And how much it’s a pain not to have that ability.
So instead of me reading to my kids they read to me. I have work to do which now has to wait. So I’m resting. Doing as little talking as possible. Reading a book. Watched a movie. Anything to distract the mind.
I’m doing what my body is telling me to do: rest. Maybe that is God’s purpose after all.