The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

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: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.

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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