Being voice-less is bizarre. Particularly since ordinarily I'm very vocal (No surprises there, I'm sure. The brother keeps complaining I-talk-too-much. I think the brother is an ass, but I digress).
I have tried carrying a normal conversation (I-tried-the-whole-if-I-ignore-it-it'll-go-away-routine) but my voice refuses to go above a whisper (and this is when I'm actually screaming-on-the-inside). During this morning's all-important planning meeting I was forced to sit next to a colleague and pass him notes while he spoke up for me. (I now have new-found respect for the subaltern). Direct communication was mostly through hand and facial gestures.
After two cups of tea and some honey-with-lemon-in-hot-water treatment my voice finally feels like it's coming out of its strange-croaky-shell, I decide to get on with a ridiculously long list of things-I-have-to-do beginning with some phone-calls. As it turns out, my receptionist hears me try to explain who I want to talk to three-times-over and then respectfully requests I try again after a couple of hours. In the meantime, he's sending me some joshanda.