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I've been fighting a sore throat for more than a week. I even went to a weekend clinic for a strep test last Sunday. Negative. Just a virus.
Great.
Except that my symptoms worsened over the next few days and I wound up completely losing my voice by Thursday. Finally my husband called my doctor and she called in some serious antibiotics that very evening. I still didn't have much voice the next day (which was difficult on music tour) but I could tell the drugs were having a positive effect. And today is my third day on meds and I do feel a lot better.
The problem?
Today I sound like Mr. Haney.
Mr. HANEY.
My husband denies it but he's just being diplomatic. (Besides, I imagine he wants to get laid tonight.)
But for me? I could certainly handle having a sexy throaty diva purr.
Or perhaps a Kathleen Turner husky bawdy laugh.
Or even a Debra Winger whiny once-in-a-while squeak.
But no.
*sigh*
It's Mr. Haney.
Green Acres, anyone?
Great.
Except that my symptoms worsened over the next few days and I wound up completely losing my voice by Thursday. Finally my husband called my doctor and she called in some serious antibiotics that very evening. I still didn't have much voice the next day (which was difficult on music tour) but I could tell the drugs were having a positive effect. And today is my third day on meds and I do feel a lot better.
The problem?
Today I sound like Mr. Haney.
Mr. HANEY.
My husband denies it but he's just being diplomatic. (Besides, I imagine he wants to get laid tonight.)

But for me? I could certainly handle having a sexy throaty diva purr.
Or perhaps a Kathleen Turner husky bawdy laugh.
Or even a Debra Winger whiny once-in-a-while squeak.
But no.
*sigh*
It's Mr. Haney.
Green Acres, anyone?