My voice is coming back a little at a time. It seems to be taking much too long for me, but I like to talk. I’m sure my friends are enjoying the “quieter” Kim, too. Except for those times when I talk anyhow and it’s probably really annoying [to try] to understand me. And the more I talk, the less audible I become, so there’s that too…I suppose that’s a blessing.
I have had to spend some time on the phone with my PCP (Primary Care Physician), which is a frustrating endeavor for me. Before the surgery I was scolded by my doctor for calling one girl a bitch, but she was,is…there was no other word that fit the situation at the time, unfortunately. Anyhow, get over it, and I’m the one who’s sick…(there are some really complicated deep-seated issues with my PCP, so I’ll leave this particular issue for now, and my point is that…)…well, sometimes I have to take a Xanax to calm down after dealing them. So I was a bit preoccupied at the time. My story continues…
I was on the phone with the office this morning. I was in my kitchen and every so often I would hear a chirping noise, just like a cricket! At least, what I remember a cricket in the house sounds like: They are very common in both California and Arizona; although I admit I don’t recall hearing many crickets while living in the South. Anyhow, my entomologic knowledge…or lack thereof…is a little rusty, so I thought I heard a cricket, and proceeded to look for him (her? it?) Yet to no avail. Nor did I hear the chirping, as I stealthily mined for the enemy. Ha! A worthy opponent, I thought as I quickly snatched the can of Bengal bug spray under the sink. With one quick and fluid motion, I shook the can, pulling the red straw from the can’s side and sliding it into the muzzle…I mean nozzle.
There was still no sign of my noisy nemesis until the next time the phone rang. It was a friend calling and, although I kept the conversation short, as soon as I started speaking the chirping started again!
It did not take too much more for me to realize that these strange sounds were coming from me! Pretty weird.
Or is it?
At least I stopped looking for a cricket. That was wearing me out. And weirding me out.
kmarie
