Is that a frog in your throat or are you just happy to see me?

Well, I survived RH. Barely.

Last Monday, as I was falling asleep, I felt a funny, little tickle in the back of my throat. Thought nothing of it. Until…

I awoke on Tuesday in possession of a raspy, contralto voice. No problem — except that I am a soprano. I hoped that no one would notice. Not likely. My amazing uber-accompanist caught wind right away of my emerging problem. She and I worked for hours to lower all keys just in case.

And then my boss sent me home.

Really.

Good thing too ’cause if he hadn’t, my doctor would have.

Back on antitiotics I go. And back to bed I went.

On Wednesday, PC awoke to a bass beside him. Rather shocking, I must say!

So I took a day of vocal rest and pushed liquids.

And I cancelled my pre-holiday mani/pedi (the proof that I was really, really sick!)

End result: managed to survive. Voice didn’t sound so great, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.

Still a bit raspy, but hopeful that I will shake most of this by YK 😉