For the second week in a row, I am sick. The thing is, I got better. I ran errands for two days; I did things. We were back to full-time homeschooling. Then I got the worst sore throat of my life, which, by the way, is called pharyngitis.
Our cat, Shrub, sleeping on an ottoman.
I treated it with home remedies and, after two days of things getting worse, I asked my husband to take me to an urgent care clinic. I was feeling soreness and knots in places I did not know I had down my throat.
Turns out, the pharyngitis became laryngitis. That’s right, the larynx got inflamed, too. That is the voice box.
By the next day, I realized I could not talk. You are not even supposed to whisper when you have laryngitis, because the vibrations bother the voice box further.
So I am mute. But my pen is the tongue of a ready writer, so here I am blogging while mute.
I had to send my children to co-op all alone. Thank God one can drive and is already 16. When a student is under 14, she needs a legal guardian for the day, so I asked a friend to look after my daughter on paper. She was happy to do it.
Somebody else had to fill my role – my “family work commitment” – at the co-op, and I am grateful for the willing heart of a friend who shall remain nameless because she is humble. She did her work and then mine and all with a beautiful smile on her face.
I am so grateful for my family, who takes care of me, and for my friends, who step up when I am down.
