Yesterday (Saturday) I spent all day alone. I did not say a word. At 5:45, Maureen came to take me to Karen and Bob's for dinner. As soon as I tried to speak to Maureen, I knew something worse had happened to my voice. Talking was really hard. My throat is irritated now—not painful, but I feel I am done with talking. Tomorrow, I whisper and carry a note pad. Also tomorrow, I cancel everything so I can just be alone and not talk. I am of the opinion now that talking makes things worse.
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