I have something to say, really, I do. But I have lost my voice. Literally.
For the last two days, I've either sounded like Pee Wee Herman or drag version of Eartha Kitt.
Yeah, I'm that cool. Or, not.
I'm off to the doctor. Which thanks to crappola insurance, is someone I've never seen before even though my previous doctor had 7 years of my history, all thanks to the old doc no longer in my plan and it will cost a hundred flipping dollars to see her. Uh, no thanks. I'm not gonna pay $100 to have my old doc tell me its a virus and there is nothing I can do besides wait to get better. Hey isn't that what every doctor says, or is it just mine? And, yes, I realize that when you only see your doctor once every three years that the "history" you complain about is really only three visits.
But I'm grumpy. And I can't bitch about it because it hurts too much to talk.
I'm just hoping that this voice issue corrects in 24 hours. I have to kick off my new project tomorrow and I don't want to sound like pre-pubescent teenage boy whose voice cracks. Really, that's not the look I'm going for at this new job.
So please pray to the God(esses) that the new doc can either give me a magic pill or that I wake up in the morning with a voice of an angel.
A girl can dream, right?
