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Sotto Voce
Apr. 12th, 2003 10:25 pmI'm no stranger to bronchitis. A few years ago, I was stupid enough to work myself into a case of walking pneumonia, and since then the chances are that if I get a cold, I'll get a bout of bronchitis to go with it.
Normally, after about a day of heavy coughing, my voice will blow out. My poor vocal chords, throughly abused, go limp - my voice drops down and down, going from gravelly to bouldery. Eventually the sounds I can make would give a four hundred pound bullfrog a run for it's money. But not this time.
For reasons I don't yet understand, instead of going down, my voice has gone up. I'm stuck with a high-pitched, sandy whisper of a voice that occasionally lights off in the middle of words. Sort of like Barry White, doing a falsetto. For other reasons I don't yet understand, I find this terribly amusing.
Normally, after about a day of heavy coughing, my voice will blow out. My poor vocal chords, throughly abused, go limp - my voice drops down and down, going from gravelly to bouldery. Eventually the sounds I can make would give a four hundred pound bullfrog a run for it's money. But not this time.
For reasons I don't yet understand, instead of going down, my voice has gone up. I'm stuck with a high-pitched, sandy whisper of a voice that occasionally lights off in the middle of words. Sort of like Barry White, doing a falsetto. For other reasons I don't yet understand, I find this terribly amusing.
