i have lost my voice. it's stressful to even try to whisper. it started with a raspy, sexy sounding hoarseness earlier tonight and has transformed into full-fledged silence. this has been a lifelong plague of mine: in fact, when i was a kid, i used to lose my voice so often, a special sign language was created for my exclusive use.
i took a bus to and from school every day until i could drive, and the ride home was long and excruciatingly boring. each day for several years around the time i was twelve and thirteen, i sat next to a friend and classmate, pam, who lived on my bus route. pam and i got tired of having to go two or three days each month sitting in silence for an hour as my voice recovered, and writing everything down made me carsick on top of hoarse. so, as neither of us knew proper sign language, we created our own gestures so i could still communicate.
i can't remember any of our special language now, but it was quite handy, and i wish i could teach it to richard.
[written 4 February 07]
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