I no longer have a voice. It was stolen from me at what will be (hopefully) the tail end of my illness. This morning it took me time to realize it was truly gone. Then I’ve been whispering to people all day. Tiger thought it was funny and whispered her responses back to me.
Other than not being able to talk, my illness has gotten better. I’m still coughing a bit but not as bad as yesterday, and my headache and insomnia seem to have gone away (funny how those two are always tied together for me).
I decided to draw the horrible below instead of writing today. I needed a break after a long evening and a longer day. I didn’t realize how much energy it takes to not talk all day. It’s not the cost of the energy, but the lack of any feedback or rejuvenation. While crowds suck my energy, talking to people individually or in small groups feeds me energy. I guess I’m a small-room vampire in that way.