It was a cold morning when my alarm clock went off for the gym. I hit snooze while contemplating if I was actually going to leave my nice warm bed. But I never fell back asleep. Guess I’m getting up and going to the gym, I thought to myself.
I quickly got dressed, boiled some water for tea, took my vitamins and was out the door in no time. Of course there was the dreaded traffic, but I didn’t mind, Christmas music was on and I was enjoying my flavor of tea.
I finally got to the gym (late) and walked in to see the cheery receptionist who is there most mornings. “Good morning, Elena!” she said.
“Good mor…” I squeaked out realizing I had no voice…a downfall of living by yourself and not talking the first hour you’re awake.
Oh man! The germs of the first graders finally got me. Do I call out sick? I already battled traffic to get close to work though. Do I have a bunch of specials or other people in my room to help me through the day? I don’t have plans ready. Can I make it a whole day with this voice and 19 students? Maybe it’ll get better once I wake up more.
These thoughts kept running through my head as I slowly walked on the treadmill. I also chugged a lot of water and kept my fingers crossed.
But as I entered the locker room and tried to say hi to some of my gym friends I realized the voice was not getting better and it was too late to call out.
Hi ho, hi ho it’s off to work I go… with no voice. This should be interesting.