I’ve been ill over the last few days. One of the unfortunate side effects – one that has befallen me twice before – was the affliction of laryngitis. My voice has nearly disappeared and what remains can only be coaxed out with significant effort. About one time in four, when I attempt to speak with volume, a pathetic raspy whisper emits instead.
One does not really appreciate the utility of the human voice until it is lacking. Also, having laryngitis is surprisingly inconvenient because people do not particularly understand it. Oh, of course, they understand it, but most people seem to think that you can make an exception for them and can speak up. Usually, yes, you can do this, but you damage your vocal cords further and delay the recovery period even more.
Right now I have two volumes – quiet and raspy, and really quiet and whispery. I have a theoretical third volume – very loud – but I fear that seismic detectors may read spuriously if I decide to test it.
Thankfully, whispering works (and stresses the vocal cords not at all). However, it is extremely hard to whisper to someone who is speaking to you at a normal volume. Try it. Psychologically, it seems very wrong. The other person will feel far more comfortable if she whispers back to you.
I’m hopeful that my voice is comfortable tomorrow, because I expect that we will be busy at work after this past week’s windstorm.