Staying silent to heal my vocal nodules isn’t getting easier as the days go on. It depends completely on the circumstances. And frankly, if it’s urgent, I’m going to speak. There were a few stressful and urgent situations yesterday, and I ended up speaking. It was less than ideal, but these were not things I could easily write.
For example, when you’re in a bathroom stall stuck with no paper and you have to ask the person beside you (luckily it was my mom) for some paper. This was one of the reasons worth speaking, in my opinion. Am I right?
It was an ambitious day. My mother loves the Niagara-on-the-Lake Peach Festival and came for a visit. We went for a picnic, then went to the busy festival, then antiquing and wine tasting. Back to my place for a rest, then out to dinner before she returned home. It was a nice day but pretty challenging under the silent treatment.
I feel like yesterday was a bit of a write off, though it was less than 5 sentences spoken and a few more whispered. I’m not thrilled about it, but I’m not happy either.