I am still not convinced I am over my cold, the one that arrived a couple of weeks ago. The initial tsunami of symptoms came and went fairly promptly, but left me with lingering congestion and a feeble cough and a flaky voice. I am not looking for sympathy, knowing my readership well enough to realise how unlikely that they would shed a tear let alone invest in a bunch of flowers, but rather trying to explain why everything has been a little subdued these past few weeks.
The absence of a voice was a novel experience for me. Not that I do that much talking at the best of times, but it has its uses, particularly when asking for things in shops, or answering telephones. There is only so far you can go with mime, especially on the phone. The voice has made a slow recovery, these past two weeks. At the moment it seems mostly there apart from the high notes, the sort that don't come up in normal conversation but are pretty useful when singing Brahms's German Requiem, which the choir are rehearsing at the moment. To compensate, I have access to a couple of extra bass notes, which would be more useful if I could persuade the rest of the choir to transpose the piece down a few tones.
I have tried putting my head over a steaming bowl at times. It is soothing, in its own way, but I'm not convinced it has helped my cough or vocal cords, although possibly my complexion may have improved. You always need to look for silver linings.
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