"Consumption"
Apr. 28th, 2007 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaI have had no voice since Tuesday night. By no voice, I mean most of the time I can actually get my words across, but I sound like a consumptive chain-smoker. My speaking (and singing-- I did actually measure, I'm a geek) actually dropped like a half-octave; the highest note I could hit yesterday morning was an E on the bottom of the treble stave. That's crazy!
By the end of the evening, I was able to reach the mother's part in "The Mariner's Revenge" by The Decemberists and could sing it the way it was meant to sound, lol-- sung by a "poor, consumptive wretch." Kind of funny, lol . . . While I was in a singing mood, I also noted that my voice was probably simultaneously more appropriate for Fantine (who I believe dies of tuberculosis-- all the cool kids did it in the 1800s) and Eponine (who's described as basically sounding like a chain-smoker in the novel), and attempted to sing a song each of theirs, with piteous results. (Cosette did get thrown in there, too, when two nights ago I attempted to steal a chip from a bag Keith had *banned* me from, and was squashed to the floor to have to pried from my fingers. Then I slunk away to the corner and sat there piteously. It was a very "Castle on a Cloud" moment).
( . . . and I realize I probably shouldn't sing in this state. It was just a verse, to judge the effect, lol . . . )
Henry told me with my voice this deep, I'm less annoying, because my voice is less grating on his ears (and he and Keith both took advantage of the first night my voice was so bad to talk over me and refuse to listen to me, lol). I kind of don't mind it this deep, or even this husky-- I just don't like that I have to wheeze to get out what I've started to say, and punctuate everything with a few deep chest coughs.
We watched Finding Neverland last night, and all of Sylvia's coughing fits kept sending me into my own, lol . . . usually I relate more to J.M. Barrie's character, but, considering, lol . . .
(TB, aka the more refined "consumption": "Symptoms include a productive, prolonged cough of more than three weeks duration, chest pain and coughing up blood. Systemic symptoms include fever, chills, night sweats, appetite loss, weight loss and paling, and those afflicted are often easily fatigued." Well, I'm nearly at one week, so there wouldn't be any blood yet, lol . . . My chest hurts, presumably from all the coughing . . . Had the fever and accompanying chills and night sweats, haven't been terribly hungry-- and consequently weigh more than five pounds less than I usually do-- but have been tired . . . OMG I HAVE TB!!! Lol . . . I also have a TB vaccination. I love how diseases all sound the same O.o . . . )
I sort of wish I was home, where tea and hot water/lemon and soup were more readily available, so I could sip it in my pajamas while getting ready. As it is, I'm sucking on a cough drop first thing. That can't be healthy . . .
All of this does not bode well for my Japanese Oral Final Examination on Tuesday, I'm afraid )-:
By the end of the evening, I was able to reach the mother's part in "The Mariner's Revenge" by The Decemberists and could sing it the way it was meant to sound, lol-- sung by a "poor, consumptive wretch." Kind of funny, lol . . . While I was in a singing mood, I also noted that my voice was probably simultaneously more appropriate for Fantine (who I believe dies of tuberculosis-- all the cool kids did it in the 1800s) and Eponine (who's described as basically sounding like a chain-smoker in the novel), and attempted to sing a song each of theirs, with piteous results. (Cosette did get thrown in there, too, when two nights ago I attempted to steal a chip from a bag Keith had *banned* me from, and was squashed to the floor to have to pried from my fingers. Then I slunk away to the corner and sat there piteously. It was a very "Castle on a Cloud" moment).
( . . . and I realize I probably shouldn't sing in this state. It was just a verse, to judge the effect, lol . . . )
Henry told me with my voice this deep, I'm less annoying, because my voice is less grating on his ears (and he and Keith both took advantage of the first night my voice was so bad to talk over me and refuse to listen to me, lol). I kind of don't mind it this deep, or even this husky-- I just don't like that I have to wheeze to get out what I've started to say, and punctuate everything with a few deep chest coughs.
We watched Finding Neverland last night, and all of Sylvia's coughing fits kept sending me into my own, lol . . . usually I relate more to J.M. Barrie's character, but, considering, lol . . .
(TB, aka the more refined "consumption": "Symptoms include a productive, prolonged cough of more than three weeks duration, chest pain and coughing up blood. Systemic symptoms include fever, chills, night sweats, appetite loss, weight loss and paling, and those afflicted are often easily fatigued." Well, I'm nearly at one week, so there wouldn't be any blood yet, lol . . . My chest hurts, presumably from all the coughing . . . Had the fever and accompanying chills and night sweats, haven't been terribly hungry-- and consequently weigh more than five pounds less than I usually do-- but have been tired . . . OMG I HAVE TB!!! Lol . . . I also have a TB vaccination. I love how diseases all sound the same O.o . . . )
I sort of wish I was home, where tea and hot water/lemon and soup were more readily available, so I could sip it in my pajamas while getting ready. As it is, I'm sucking on a cough drop first thing. That can't be healthy . . .
All of this does not bode well for my Japanese Oral Final Examination on Tuesday, I'm afraid )-:
