My Voice is Still Broken

I spent the last three hours in meetings and I was talking quite a bit through all of them. My voice is almost gone. It’s mostly just a croaky, squeaky mess right now. I drank about 14 ounces of liquid (grape juice, babie) over that time, but it seems like it was a losing battle.

I haven’t tried to sing much since discovering my voice was damaged over the last weekend. Anything I have sung (in the car, driving places) has been in a low register. Low notes good. High notes bad. I was thinking on my drive to Tewksbury last night that I was hitting higher notes (while singing along to a Pineapple Thief record) than I was on Sunday (while singing along to a U2 record). I don’t know if that’s the case anymore. My voice is shot.

I need to stop talking. That should be easy enough for me.