Have you ever considered what your life would be if you weren’t able to speak at all? Have you noticed how dependent we are of our ability to talk?
I lost my voice last Sunday (I’ve been suffering from false croup) – and even though I tend to lose my voice completely about twice a year, it never fails to amaze me how much our world is based on being able to communicate with one another.
Luckily, I found my voice lying around somewhere under the couch on Friday – about time, I must add, because people were getting tired of my weird gestures nobody seemed to understand and afterwards waiting for me to write down whatever I had to say.
But even though I found it, it seems to have forgotten that it used to belong to a 25-year-old female:
With or without a voice – I’m still ill. But now it’s way easier to ask my boyfriend to fix me soup/buy me sweets/caress me/change the channel because I’m definitely way too weak to do it myself! 😉