I lost my voice yesterday. Mid lesson. It just sort of slowly disappeared to the point where I had to bang the table with a wooden spoon in the middle of a practical lesson and mime! Made for an interesting lesson anyway.
For only the second time in my life, I was rendered completely speechless. The first time was when I lost my voice the week before I was due to sing in church. There's testimoney to the power of prayer.
I lost a crown this week too. It lost its bearings as I munched my way through a bowl of icecream adorned with jelly tots and M&Ms on Mothers Day. Luckily a trip today to my (NHS) dentist and £25 soon saw me right on that one.
Getting my voice back should be cheaper, but will probably take longer. My husband was loving it, up until the point I was able to remind him that communication can be both spoken and written. Don't you just love Post-its?