As I am finishing my third day without a voice I have had time - and inclination - to consider what our voice does for us. We take our voice completely for granted until it's gone, but it is our instrument, our connection, even our person. The quality of our voice defines us; it's like our fingerprint of sound. We remember people by their voices, and we know all the shades and tones of our loved ones voices.
When one has lost ones voice and can only whisper, the nuance of meaning is lost. And forget about the squawk. One can't get meaning across with that at all. What makes it worse is that it hurts to speak, yet I end up having to repeat everything I say because nobody can understand me. And I have the sneaking suspicion that my family thinks I'm doing this on purpose!
What if we were only given a finite number of words to use in a lifetime and I've already used mine up? If we knew that we only had so many words available wouldn't we use them more wisely? I know I sometimes talk to hear myself talk, so if I have only been given a certain number of words then I'm probably doomed to whisper for the rest of my life.
This I Believe
13 years ago
3 comments:
I don't have that suspicion mom!
I think the voice fairy just came by and stole the voice under your pillow!
...wouldn't that be cool.
Once, my voice did the same thing. It was really frustrating. If there was a word limit, I'd be doomed too. We could no longer have our awesome conversations (which I'm looking forward to having when I come home for spring break)!
Maybe your body is telling you to slow down and take some time for yourself. Or least you should use it for an excuse to anyway.
Get well soon!
I have sympathy and empathy for you. I've had that condition a few times and its amazing how much we need to talk in our world. Swill some hot chocolate followed by an icy coke, your voice box won't know what hit it.
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