The Last Furlong

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Without a voice


The morning of the day I was supposed to teach a workshop, I woke up with no voice.

Mr Furlong plied me with morning coffee (with double cream and coconut oil as usual according to LCHF  – low carbohydrate high fat – principles), and I had a satisfying vape (I vape instead of smoking) – in bed. Shortly, I could produce a short croak. After breakfast – bacon and eggs – the croak became more word-like, less unintelligible.

Amazingly, after setting up at the venue and getting myself prepared, my voice came back! I used it successfully all day  – though it began to get strangely unreliable and strangulated towards the end.

And then it disappeared – completely.

I talk too much anyway. When I got home, I suspected Mr Furlong might be enjoying the peace – though he didn’t  say, and I couldn’t ask!


Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

4 thoughts on “Without a voice

  1. Hahaha! I lost my voice once. The comment was – “There is a God!” ;-P


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