Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Voices

Some of you know I have been suffering with a voice disorder for going on seven weeks now. Suffering for me, blessing for others. I can say that I am every husband's dream right now. If you're a friend on Facebook, then you know there have been days I have tried to joke about it, there have been meltdowns, there has been sarcasm, and sometimes no mention of it at all.

It's kind of hard at this point not to think that God has some sort of personal vendetta out for me. It seems the things I enjoy doing, He takes away from me. I was an artist and my hand/wrist is full of pain and surgery didn't correct the pain - just gave me a different pain. I love to sing and after that surgery I do not have a voice. I'm not talking I don't have a beautiful voice - I can barely whisper, which takes much effort and if I talk too much I get light-headed.....not to mention my larynx actually hurts. I'm predicting the only thing left to take is my love of food, which now that I mention that.......I have had a metallic taste in my mouth since December and nothing tastes normal anymore. So maybe I will lose contact with everyone I know due to a traumatic brain injury in the near future. That's my Debbie Downer story for the day.

So when I was sitting in a church at a funeral, my friend graciously shared the hymn book. I waved my hand like I was turning down a serving of duck liver mousse on crudites. "Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting you can't sing," she says with a friendly smile. When you don't sing, you hear everyone around you. A person sitting behind us snorted. I think it was more like an accidental pig noise when your uvula trips over the back of your tongue. Then I heard the same person trying to make their voice match the low vibration of the organ. Then I heard this person's voice scoop to a squeeky high note. This was a lady person, who happened to have no control over her vocal cords and probably over her bladder. Then the conversation with her friend started, "What a shame Danny's not married." "He's not married?" "Well, he was engaged once, but it didn't work out." "He's such a good looking boy, too, what a shame."

Then that night we went to Ali's high school production of "Peter Pan." This time the person behind us was a four year old little girl and her grandma. As Wendy comes down from the air with an arrow through her and the lost boys laid her on the ground, she asks, "Is Wendy dead? Is she dead?" When the pirates were fighting she says as proper as she can, "That's not very nice."

6 comments:

Diane said...

Maybe all this is a blessing in disguise. Now you are becoming a better listener, not that you weren't before!! He always has His reasons we just can't always see it with our finite minds. We still love ya!

Garden of Egan said...

I am so sorry you haven't gotten better yet! It might be fun for a day or two, but YOU have taken this way too far. ENOUGH OK?

Hope that it gets better NOW!

Kristina P. said...

Oh, Krista, I had no idea! I haven't been around on FB very much. This would be my husband's dream.

T said...

as much as I know my husband would LOVE if I could not speak... I can't manage to be snarky about this - I'm so sorry you're going through this!

the girl who just ate an entire box of Girl Scout cookies for breakfast should probably hope to have the love of food taken from her though...

Nancy said...

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Oh, I'm so sorry. It seems like when we are fine we only think of big huge catastrophes as being awfuk -- becoming paralyzed, losing a child. We forget that sometimes the hardest trials are the ones that nobody ever considers and that just go on and on. I have a hard enough time getting my kids to ever do what I say as is, if my voice was gone, I truly would maybe have a nervous breakdown at the frustration and impossibleness of everything. Sorry you are being so tried right now!!

Holly said...

Oh Krista! I'm sorry this continues!! No one would have imagined you so quiet for so long... (NOT laughing... it's rather sad. *sniff*)

Hmmm... noticing things around you more could be a nightmare!!

That little girl sounds adorable!