Yup. Me. Chatty Cassie.

I was hoarse the night of my birthday, but I still managed to carry on a conversation with Matt at dinner. I was raspy but understandable.

At 1 a.m. I woke Matt up…

Me: Matt! Matt! (I then poke him) MATT! I CAN’T TALK!!!

Matt: What?


Matt: Are you bleeding?


Matt: For God’s sake you didn’t hack off a limb, go back to bed.

And he was so right. I was seriously acting like I had lost a limb or was near death. But to me, not being able to talk is just as bad.

So on Facebook, I post this for sympathy:


Note: Jay is my former boss. He forgets I could kick his ass in a street fight. BRING IT ON LITTLE MAN!

Now my voice is back in full force. I’ve got a lot of making up to do. If Matt is smart he’ll run away or pretend to sleep. Looks like I’ll be talking to the dog.


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Posted on December 15, 2009, in Cassie and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Glad you’re back up to speed. Must be weird when it’s dark and you wake someone up and you can’t talk. Must be like: “What? Hey, stop poking me. What is it? Cut that out…”

  2. OK, am I the only one who thinks laryngitis is simultaneously horrible and kind of cool?

    I get laryngitis about once a year, and whenever I do, I ended up making it worse by laughing my head off at myself whenever I try to talk.

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