It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
–Khaled Hosseini/The Kite Runner
By the time I post this, I’ll be going into my 3rd day without a voice. I assume that it’s very temporary, but I’ve got to say that it’s kind of weird. I move my mouth, but no words come out. I just pantomimed my way through a DHL delivery. I answered the phone, which was not the brightest move I’ve ever made. At least it’s not permanent.
Well. I guess i assume it isn’t permanent. It it is, I would have to deal with it, eh?
I’ve been Googling for medical advice and have stumbled upon several tales of people who lost their voices and never got them back. Very cheery. There are at least a few people who probably wouldn’t mind if that happened to me. Of course, they’re probably also wishing that I’d lose my writing fingers. I’m sorry to tell them that permanent voice loss is quite rare, so that odds are that at some point in the relatively near future I’ll be able to speak again. So, the estimated time to having a voice again is a few days to never.
In the mean time, I guess I will just have another Popsicle.
Or maybe I should escalate to ice cream.
As treatment, I just bought tickets to Cabo. That ought to perk me right up!
Are we there yet?