So I’m getting over a cold. And for me, colds mean one thing. I lose my voice.
Although my voice has now graduated from a barely audible squeak to low and gravelly, my time as a mute made me think. I’ve never considered myself a particularly talkative person, but it’s very hard being unable to communicate. Being a writer, I’ve always valued words. And I always appreciate my ability to speak more after a cold.
For example, responding to a knock on my door required me to put my computer down, get out of my chair, and walk over to the door and open it myself. Simply because I couldn’t say “Come in.” That’s only two words! But because of my sickness-induced silence, I couldn’t even manage that.
I’ve learned that when it’s painful to talk, I have to choose my words very carefully. I need to convey information in the most concise way possible.
But on the bright side, losing my voice proved to be good research! If I ever do an adaptation of the Little Mermaid (aside from the one I have planned where she doesn’t lose her voice….), I can draw on past experience. Though I’ve never understood why she didn’t just write down what she wanted to say. But I digress.
Have you ever lost your voice? How did you cope?
Until next time, word nerds!