2006-01-12 - 8:11 p.m.
Can you hear me?
I think not. I’m so hoarse that everyone thinks that I’m giving or they’re getting a porn call. Thank you cold of one week. Yesterday I developed chills, sweats, fever, and pains. I took to my bed with Nyquil dosed carefully over 6 hours and little sleep. Last temp last night I took said 102.2, but I’m sure it went higher as I woke up with more sweat than a drenching old hormonal lady could deliver. Once my fever broke, I felt better, though I had lost my voice from the persistent coughing.
I didn’t cough as much today as I had the last few days, but my voice was so hoarse or missing it was enough to confuse everyone I spoke to today. Because? Yeah. I was working it. My chest is sore, but I’m sure I could have found a way to work the air and the sore vocal cords a bit bitter.
There is always tomorrow.
I sound like Rita Crosby or Cosby from MSNBC. I hate hate, HATE, her voice.
Kill me now.
