This past weekend I was in Chicago, where as luck had it, BlogHer was being held. I can't really say I went to BlogHer. I can say I went NEAR BlogHer. I hung out with people who attended BlogHer. But I did not participate IN BlogHer. So any recap forthcoming will be more of the weekend spent in one of my favorite cities and how I saw some of my blogosphere homeslices.
But this isn't that post.
A few days before leaving for Chicago, I could feel myself getting sick. Nothing earth-shattering but a sore throat and general "ehh" feeling. So I sucked it up and hoped it'd rectify itself and went off business as usual to Chicago on Thursday morning.
That evening, I went out for dinner with my Dad to the "this is Chicago" steakhouse, Gibson's and we talked about important father/daughter things, like how Lindsay Lohan is so fuh-uccccked and how we both thought her "deadpan" "but it wasn't MY coke in my pants pocket" could secure her a spot on Last Comic Standing it's so hilarious. Overall, a great night with the old man.
Side story: Do you ever have one of those moments with a parent and in that moment you realize, "ah, so THAT'S where I get it from"? After dinner we were walking back to his place and he said those magic words,
"Hey, you mind if we just pop in here for a minute - I want to check something out." and when I looked up, I was pretty jazzed.
For you see, even though it wasn't Sephora, or Tiffany's or the Apple Store...
It was the Adidas shop.
Apparently, the man likes their stuff.
It was in that store I learned that, like me, my Dad cannot stop buying sneakers. He, like me, ends up giving pairs away. He, like me, is on an unspoken probation from the significant other. He, like me, knows the last thing we need is another pair.
He, like me, will not let that stop them for buying another pair anyway.
(This was taken in January - 2 are gone to my sister's house, and I may have bought a pair of Puma's in Hawaii.)
However, Friday morning I woke up and felt AWFUL. My throat is killing me and (fun-fun) I'm coughing up green stuff which is pretty indicative of a upper respiratory infection. Long story short, my Dad hooks my up with his doc in Chicago and I get medicine for the URI.
On the way out of the office, I see a man walking over to a chair in a lounge area about to make a phone call .
"Man, that that guy looks a lot like Mike Ditka. ...wait a sec, you're in Chicago, that IS Mike Ditka."
Still bouncing off my high of spotting an INTERNATIONAL CELEBRITY Mike Ditka, I headed to the evening festivities of BlogHer, eventually landing at the W hotel, conversing all night with a consistent yell, so as to be heard over the blaring music.
Saturday morning I awoke with no voice (to answer Tammie's question, so no sing-a-longs for me). I sound a cross between a young Kathleen Turner (sexy), a barking seal (not sexy) and a bicycle horn (also not sexy). Five days later, I still have a bad case of laryngitis. I figure between the URI, the yelling in a nightclub, the alcohol (drying to the throat), minimal water consumption, it was basically the perfect storm for me to end up this way.
Upon hearing my outgoing message at work today, my sister put it best, "you sound ridiculous."
I know, via Dr. Google, that I'm supposed to do a lot of things, like not talk, not whisper, lay off the caffeine, drink room temperature drinks, drink a ton of water, stuff like that. But my question is - when do I get concerned? Over a week? Am I causing permanent damage to my vocal chords by talking? (I have to work - there's no getting around it.)
Dr. Google says this usually clears up in about a few days to a week, usually when/after the URI has cleared. But I don't feel sick now, so...what gives?