Speechless

This morning, my sore throat developed into a full blown laryngitis and it has left me speechless… literally.

I am coughing and my throat is full of phlegm. I can’t really talk, unless you count wheezing out words in between coughs, talking.

But otherwise I’m fine, which is really good because for me, because I would usually develop a fever too.

The last time I had laryngitis was when I traveled to Europe with her for a holiday.

Somehow, the dry air of the 12hr plane ride didn’t agree with my throat and I started coughing. The next thing I knew, I had a fever on the second day of our holiday. We were in London only for 3 days, and I was determined not to be stuck in bed... fever or no fever.

So off we went to visit Hampton Court. Although I was kind of drugged out and lethargic, I still had a great time. She took pretty good care of me, made sure I took my meds on time, that I was sufficiently warm and that I didn’t get lost from the group when the drugs made me drowsy. It’s a really nice, warm, fuzzy feeling to be pampered and fussed over.

When we got back to the backpackers we were staying in, I was so totally exhausted that I simply collapsed into my bed and slept. That was probably the only time I didn’t shower before bed.

I learnt later from the others that she had spent the rest of the evening putting a wet towel on my forehead, watching over me. I think she didn’t get much sleep that night.

Over here, there’s no one to pamper me while I’m coughing my lungs out. While the guys will generally cast a sympathy look and ask how I am, I don’t think anyone is going to be tucking me into bed here.

Anyway, to end off the story, I did get better the next day and I was perfectly fine, just in time to start on the Italian leg of our travel.

Of course, I did thank her for taking care of me. How? Well, that’s only for me to know.

:)