So I had been feeling kinda run down for a few days and then on Monday I felt like complete crap. After Monday, I struggled with a sore throat and popped advil all week. I went out on Wednesday to S Bar with Kristin and Brandon. It was ok to say the least. I managed to befriend Billy the man in charge and he was very sweet and accommodating the whole night. The dj was another Itunes playlist loser. This was bad. He literally had everything premixed, including scratching, and would leave the booth for 20 minutes at a time. I had to do something, so Billy asked me what I wanted to hear and I basically commanded the dj for the rest of the evening. There really wasn't anything else except me being harassed by a drunk British guy who was eventually kicked out.
Thursday I went out and felt pretty good except for the fact that my voice was all hoarse. Hotttt! I know. I got home at about 3 am which sucked because I had to be up at 7. That is when everything went down hill. So I worked all day Friday and wasn't feeling too bad. I spent the rest of the night at home resting and then Andria came to spend the night.
The next morning I woke up and had NO VOICE. It was awful. I had plans to go to a movie that I refused to cancel, so I started drinking tea, and hot water etc. Finally I got my voice to about 50%. I woke Andria up and made her talk to me so I could warm my voice up and figured that would just have to do. Saturday turned out to be an awesome day. I saw Jess and Jay later that evening at The Well. We had a blast, despite the fact that everyone was freaked out that I did not sound like myself. Then I went home.
I had to call in sick to work on Sunday, because I still could barely talk. As of today my voice is still hovering at about 60%.
The saddest part about it is that I can't sing, and that is very hard for me to deal with.