Anyone who's spoken to me over the last month probably noticed that my voice is shot. And contrary to some theories that I've finally reached puberty, a theory easily dismissed based on the simple fact that I'll never mature, it is actually a growth on my left arytenoid, or "inflammatory polyps;" not actually on the vocal chords, but close. Must be this rock n' roll lifestyle I'm leading, at least when I'm in the car.
In any event, I'll likely have them surgically removed sometime soon. If you're in the will, don't piss me off. If you're not, now is your chance to suck up before they put me under.
Can I have your hats?
Posted by: KC | November 03, 2011 at 05:51 PM
NO, you bastard. See what you did there? You pissed me off. No hats for you!
Posted by: heyjoe | November 03, 2011 at 08:03 PM
May I have your hats please?
See what I did there K.C.? I used my manners. So how about it? Hats go to me?
Posted by: B | November 03, 2011 at 09:00 PM
Damn, that sucks. One of my jobs as I worked my long way through graduate school was to work for a voice pathologist, who treated many people with such conditions. In some cases, surgery was avoidable with certain exercises. Any hope for that? A lot of singers and teachers get them, from, well, talking or singing too much. Are you in the car a lot?
Posted by: Pambasilea | November 03, 2011 at 09:09 PM
Which hats, specifically, are ya'll vying for?
Pamba - I was not given any exercises. They did suggest antacids though. I think in the end it's easier just to have it done. And yes, I sing in the car a lot.
Posted by: heyjoe | November 04, 2011 at 10:31 AM