What singer wants to hear their doctor say this word?
I was tired yesterday, and after our busy December, that just made sense. But this morning, when I woke up with that telltale grip on my throat, I knew something was wrong. Gerald called our doctor. He saw me right away, and sent me home with the diagnosis.
Ugh. Not from overuse or mistreatment of the vocal chords. This is a straight up proper infection. Germs on parade. Symptoms include sore throat, loss of voice, and, if you're a singer, potential crankiness (or at least, that's what Gerald diagnosed...)
I need to sing by the weekend, so I went to bed this afternoon with tea, honey,
and my own personal pity party.
I was listing my various and well-earned complaints, when
I started to feel a little tug on my heart ...
I remembered a friend of mine, about my age, who just today shared news about his ever-worsening cancer diagnosis.
And my thoughts went to my friends in Nashville, who just last night, lost a sister and cousin who was far too young.
"Well," I thought, "Maybe my complaints are starting to sound a bit selfish..."
Don't get me wrong, vocal problems are terrifying for singers. They can get us into all kinds of fits and worries. (And right about now, I'll take all the prayers I can get for a swift and complete healing!)
But as things fell into perspective,
a whole new wave of gratitude started to wash over me:
Yes, I have laryngitis, but I also have the self-employment power of flexibility that will give me time to rest.
I have a loving husband to care for me, puppies to cuddle, and money to buy medication.
I'm too sick to celebrate my Mom's birthday, but I have my Mom, she's healthy, and we have a fantastic relationship.
Not only was I able to see my doctor today, but I live in a country where my healthcare isn't tied into my job or my bank account.
As my voice suffers, I'm reminded how blessed I am to be able to make a living in music, a rare feat in our industry.
And in a world, or let's face it, in a country, province, or city, where many people don't know if they'll eat tonight, I was able to find all the ingredients in my fridge to make nourishing chicken noodle soup - the exact meal I want right now.
So, I won't go so far as to say I'm thankful for my laryngitis,
but the pity party is over.
Instead, I'm sipping my tea and honey,
awash in gratitude,
and excited to sing again ...