Without a Voice

Well day three after the Botox injection has been interesting. The voice has really been on a rollercoaster, sometimes it is high pitched and squeaky, at other times almost inaudable, occassionally a full volume pure beautiful voice comes through. It is incredible to be in my skin watching all this happen. I started off the day giving my mum a call. Thankfully it ended after one minute of me trying to repeat myself and explain that I'd had the Botox injection and reassure her that no I am not crying, I am fine. Quite comical really. The harder I tried the less the voice would come out; even as I consciously relaxed somehow being on the phone makes speaking, like conquering Everest. Someone was at her door so she had to go, thank God!

Shopping was also amusing. Thankfully my mother-in-law is staying with us for Christmas so we set out to the shops together. I didn't expect it to be easy but this is a good strategy having someone with you that you can rely on. The first problem was ordering the seafood for Christmas, there was no way my voice was working when I needed to place my order over the huge, tall counter. Mother-in-law steps in and places it for me, I point to my throat and indicate that I have laryngitis. People are so nice about accepting this simple explanation, it is far easier than telling them the truth.