This weekend has been very rough on my raw, wounded, scabby, sore, miserable, aching throat. The biggest problem is that since my husband and kids are here on the weekend, it’s next to impossible not to talk. I enjoy being around my family and want to participate in conversation! Also, if I try not to talk, I feel like people start to think I’m being rude. Like, I should do more than just nod when they talk. Or, when asked a question, I should answer with more than “mm-hmm” or “mm-mm”, both of which don’t hurt my throat at all for some reason. But you can only get so far with yes and no answers. I thought I could get by with whispering, but unfortunately, whispering hurts every bit as bad as shouting.
I did a pretty good job with my “vocal rest” today, but still my throat burns like I just swallowed a bottle of hydrochloric acid. (<- well, I assume that's what this feels like anyway!) Even the little bit of talking I did took a real toll.
So, here I sit on Saturday night, children in bed, just trying to make the razor blades in my throat go away. Thank the Lord for two things playing a significant role in my survival right now:
My stash is running low. Gotta head to CVS tomorrow to restock!
Will someone come over and sing me “Soft Kitty”?
Spring is springing. Soon, gardening and landscaping will come to the forefront of my blog. It begins tomorrow as I am bringing my geraniums out for the spring. Yay!!!