The best part about losing your voice is that everyone you "talk" to in the hoarse whisper that you can manage just automatically whispers back. The nurse who took my blood pressure kept whispering back to me, then catching herself and laughing and speaking normally for a sentence until I spoke again, at which point she'd answer me in a whisper. She ended up feeling bad because it made me laugh, which made me start coughing in a long, painful fit.

Even Tim whipsered back to me. It's like being in an ongoing spy movie or something.

Parts of my voice are coming back. I must speak with lots of inflection, though, because I'll say something to the cat, but the few words will disappear in a squeak. So I can speak real low right now, if I have to, but doing so makes my voice go away entirely again and it hurts really badly, so I try not to. I've been sleeping alot today, but either I'm getting worse or I slept so long I got dehydrated or something, because I feel even more awful today than I did yesterday. Still, I'm hoping to go back to work tomorrow. Fingers crossed.