It’s embarrassing to be the voice talent who has lost her voice. These days, knowing that scratch and squawk in the back of my throat means that I have about twelve hours to figure out what’s causing it, how long it’s going to last, and what I can do to make it go away as soon as possible. This time, it was three in the afternoon on Wednesday and I had started to answer a student’s question… and the sentence ended before I was finished. Two thirds of the sentence got out, one third ended in a raspy cough where I thought my lungs were going to shoot out my throat. Totally not fun whatsoever By the time the early evening hit and it was time to go to class, I was somewhere between a whisper and that strange alto wonk that happens naturally at the end of a long day. Cue the three hour class led by a professor who never ends on time and never interrupts students who are summarizing poorly or just reading off slides (really, I just want to drive a pencil up a nostril on nights like that) and I wound up at home with my nose buried in a cup of tea with the promise that I would be able to rest my voice on Thursday and begin to recover on Friday.
It’s Saturday. I’m still recovering. Part of that recovery requires hydration, so I’ve spend the past handful of days drowning myself in tea and water. There’s still plenty of coffee, but too much of that leads to dehydration, and I’m thinking that the mucinex I took to try and keep my chest clear was the cause of my impossibly dry vocal chords. Some chicken soup, some more tea, some more water, and plenty of Kleenex so as not to halt the necessary nose-blowing, and I think I’m on track to getting better. I have a spot of recording to do this weekend for another project (there are a few right now that I can’t give specifics about) so I want to get better soon.
So inconvenient. Sheesh.
In the past, I might have spent days worrying about what this would do to my recording schedule, the pieces I owed, and the short stories I could turn around for friends and favorite podcast. Now, I’ve learned that the best thing to do is just ride out the few days of quiet talking and enjoy the rest. I can’t control the shift in the seasons or humidity; heck, I can’t control when they cut the grass at work, because on really questionable allergy days, the scent of fresh-mowed grass sends all my histamines into overproduction. I can control how I manage the situation, though. I can choose my tea, try to go to bed a little earlier, not push myself to record when I’m not at a hundred percent, and be honest with people when they ask when I can record. It’s the little things that make the biggest difference when managing these sorts of hurdles.
So, I’m going to crash and call it a night, even though there’s more of a lovely movie that I’d like to watch. I’ll curl up for a solid eight hours, and then start the day with some delicious breakfast and coffee, and I’ll keep babying my voice until it comes back in full force. ‘Cause hey, that’s just how I roll.
Note: I love Throat Tamer teas, but I also use a concoction of honey, lemon juice, and ground ginger. It works amazingly well, and my big plan for this weekend is to restock my home supply. Once I get some more of that made, it will be back to melting chocolate over the mic.