I did not have my best weekend ever. On Friday I woke up with a cold. Not that big of a deal, especially considering I have not been sick at all this winter. Friday night I couldn't sleep because I was coughing so much, though, and by Saturday my throat was incredibly sore and my voice sounded awful. I was pretty bummed; it was our Stake Conference weekend and I was supposed to be singing with the Stake Choir. By Saturday night I had resigned myself to the fact that singing was pretty much an impossibility for me, but I still attended the adult session and sat in the congregation. My hope was that by Sunday morning I would take a turn for the better and be able to sing in the general session.
Saturday night was a disaster. I was up all night, coughing until I threw up. Finally Adam gave me a blessing and I was able to sleep a little, but it was a rough night. When I woke up on Sunday my voice was gone. I'm not sure that I have ever lost my voice completely before. It's a pretty crazy thing. Adam took the boys to Stake Conference while I stayed home and slept. Normally, I would absolutely revel in having the house to myself for a couple hours, but as it was, I wasn't happy at all. I happen to love Stake Conference, and it was a major disappointment to stay home.
After a Sunday that was actually a day of rest (that never happens!), I had a whisper of my voice back last night and felt well enough to attend the Youth Session and listen to Adam speak. Call me biased if you will, but I thought he gave a fabulous talk! ;-) And it was oh, so funny as I was leaving. I was walking out to my car, and there was a group of young women walking a few paces behind me. One of them said to the others, "You know that guy speaker? The one who talked about trek? I thought he was really hot!" The first thought that came to my mind was to turn around and say, "Watch it, sister. That's my husband you're talking about!" But since I was lacking in the voice department, all I could really do was laugh silently to myself. It was probably better that I didn't have my voice--can you imagine how embarrassed that poor little laurel would have been if I had confronted her?! As it was, I found it so funny and a little flattering that a 16-year-old found my husband attractive.
Anyway, I have a voice again today and am hoping to kick this cold yet! I feel very fortunate, though--last winter I got strep three times, and the year before that we battled the flu. If the only sickness to enter our home this winter is a nasty cold, I would say we are doing pretty well!
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