Somebody stole it.

My voice that is.

This past Sunday I spent Mother’s Day on my mother’s couch with a 101 degree fever.
I was in jeans, sweat shirt, down blanket, another blanket and my goose bumps had goose bumps.
Slowly but surely I was getting more congested and had a fever for a few nights.

Then came Wednesday on my way to work, I told my mom, ‘yea doesn’t my voice sound a little funny’,
and she assured me I sounded normal but I knew something was up.

Low and behold by the end of work on Wednesday I had just a squeak left. Yesterday…totally gone. YIKES.
It kills me because as some may know, I am a person with usually plenty to say.

Tonight at work should be interesting. Not quite sure exactly how I’m going to talk to people and do
normal server talking duties, but I guess we shall see. Where’s a chalk board when I need one.