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Monday, Mar. 03, 2008 - 10:22 p.m.
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Sore Throat Bums me Out
The cold that never ends...
OK, it has only been a week. But a week too long. My throat is so sore, and it is laryngitis which is very impractical when you have a young dog and a toddler. One needs to say "nonononono" constantly. LOL!
Actually, I DO need to call the dog in the park quite often, and say sit, and stand, and get my coffee willya please.
And she does do most of it, even if my voice is hoarse.
Small son, on the other hand, doesn't really get why I won't sing to him at bedtime, and when we wash our hands after poopies, and why I won't read chinese out loud to him at breakfast... Well, he does look sympathetic and say ow. ow. and kiss my neck when I explain that my throat is sore. But he also expects me to read stories constantly, and chant nursery rhymes, and answer his every utterance. If I don't, he quickly escalates in volume and insistance. "nah. nah. Nah. NAh. NAH. NAH!!! rince and repeat, until I say "oh, yes, a BUS!" and then "nah!!" "yes, another bus" "nahh!!" "yes a light" "ahhkii!" yes, a taxi! "moh?" "yes, another taxi!"... you get the picture...
Not talking is really not an option.
And then there is the fact that I just am relatively inable to stop talking altogether. It is not in my character (unless I am around deaf people, but they are more willing to engage in talking through pen and paper, and lame attempts at sign language than the average hearing person is).
So, I am fed up with my sore throat. And last week it was JUST a sore throat, and now it is sneezing, a runny nose, snot, and a cough anytime I tire my voice. And tiredness.
And I shouldn't be writing this. I should be inking my comic to send to a client tonight. And I should be getting everything ready for the morning.
Cuz I can't pretend to be dead to the world til 9am, or even 8:30, and let small son talk to his bears in bed... but must be up at 7:30 at latest, since he has his first speech therapy appointment tomorrow morning downtown. I wonder what they'll say. If he is just normal, or that he needs help differentiating "nah" (bus) from "nah" (light) from "nah" (fork) .... verbally differentiating, as he does differentiate by pointing, and by adding in baby sign language.
OK, I'll wrap it up.
I guess I was just thrilled by finding that mom-on-roof and radiogirl are still here. And even Dangerspouse has updated not so long ago. Chaosdaily is still at it... daily it seems. How amazing. And so I had to write an entry.
nite nite my few and farbetween readers!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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