Post by The Curmudgeon on Jul 18, 2011 20:29:55 GMT 2
And not because I'm hunting wabbits. Because I have completely fucked up my throat.
Long story cut short - a few weeks ago I had a really sore throat. It started off as a mild irritant, but it soon got so bad even drinking water was like gargling nails. Mrs C got a torch and had a look.. big, white sores at the back of my throat. Lovely.
One trip to the pharmacy later and I had nice tasting, dissolve in the mouth sweets that would not only numb the pain, they would cure the infection. And they did. Nothing else to talk about, right?
Except for this weekend at my old home town local bar, where there was a karaoke night. I only sang two songs (Bowie's "Starman" - complete with an, I'm sure 100% authentic, Bowie accent) and a duet with a friend (the DJ) of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" where I kinda went overboard on the "BABYYYY! I NEED YOUR LOVE!" bits).
Result today? Off work sick because I can't even SPEAK. My voice is now a whisper that often tails off into the kind of high pitched noise that makes dogs go nuts.
It's something that's never happened to me before, and actually something I never really thought possible. But I am living, breathing, squeaking proof that it is.
Learn from my mistakes, friends.
Long story cut short - a few weeks ago I had a really sore throat. It started off as a mild irritant, but it soon got so bad even drinking water was like gargling nails. Mrs C got a torch and had a look.. big, white sores at the back of my throat. Lovely.
One trip to the pharmacy later and I had nice tasting, dissolve in the mouth sweets that would not only numb the pain, they would cure the infection. And they did. Nothing else to talk about, right?
Except for this weekend at my old home town local bar, where there was a karaoke night. I only sang two songs (Bowie's "Starman" - complete with an, I'm sure 100% authentic, Bowie accent) and a duet with a friend (the DJ) of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" where I kinda went overboard on the "BABYYYY! I NEED YOUR LOVE!" bits).
Result today? Off work sick because I can't even SPEAK. My voice is now a whisper that often tails off into the kind of high pitched noise that makes dogs go nuts.
It's something that's never happened to me before, and actually something I never really thought possible. But I am living, breathing, squeaking proof that it is.
Learn from my mistakes, friends.
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