I woke up this morning with a sore throat. It didn't last but it left me with very little voice.
My daughter said I sounded like Grandma - in other words, like someone who had been smoking for 20 years. Well, not exactly, but really a cross between that and an adolescent boy's voice changing.
This is not new to me. I lose my voice each year at one time or another. It will last for a few days and then be gone.
This one is freaking out my dog though. I talk to her and she just looks nervously at me. Well, more nervously than usual. She's a Chihuahua after all.
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