Sick of being sick.

Losing your voice and going to a family reunion don't mix very well.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone out to "party with the band" the night before but likely that was just the straw that broke the camel's sick back.

I hate not being able to talk. You can't get in your witty one-liners. Asking for things becomes a chore of part charades and mostly frustration on both sides.

I couldn't visit and catch up with family that I haven't seen in years because it was just too vocally painful. Alas the beer and sun seemed to soothe me slightly.

Work should be fun this week without a voice.