yesterday was the first time i was able to talk above a whisper since tuesday night. what the what? how does that even happen? i do not know. my six day long sore throat ended on friday but my voice has yet to recover. i couldn’t even call my mother to complain and beg her to come take care of me. now i just sound like a dying cat/frog/cow/man. lame.
so how did i cope with the painful swallow and utter exhaustion?
pajamas, no make up, netflix [specifically downton abbey and north & south], books, blankets and tonzzz of tea.