For the first winter in many, many winters, I have been "under the weather." Usually, each year, I get REALLY sick for about three days and then, boom!, I'm done. All better, thanks. This year, the disgusting head/chest/sinus cold that I've been fighting has lingered and lingered and lingered. And now, I have completely lost my voice.
On Thursday, I gave into feeling sorry for myself and whined to my wonderful therapist, "I just can't seem to get better! And now I'm losing my voice!"
At which she pointed out, "There might be something to look at there."
Even my snot has metaphysical meaning.