27/05/2010

Mutiny (or how I lost my voice and found it again)

Oooooh, this is baaaad : I'm writing this at 1 a.m., my evil sisters are asleep, hence no editing from their part - my apologies if there are tons of mistakes, my English is not as good as it used to be. So, basically, I could write about whatever I want.

I was supposed to do Josie's writing workshop  from the excellent Sleep is for the Weak but I waited for inspiration and it just never came. Now, that might be explained by the fact that I sleep 4 to 5 hours a night when I need a minimum of 8 hours.

 

So I'll write about one of my dreams, if that's OK with you. I had a dream a few years ago, actually, it was a nightmare. I dreamt of a ginormous spider crawling towards me. I was helpless, couldn't move a muscle and it was really big, I wasn't being your basic arachnophobic, nope, it was the size of a watermelon. Picture a watermelon. Add hairy legs. Eight eyes. Colour the legs black and the eyes red and you've got my spider. A bit like Hagrid's Aragog in Harry Potter, except mine looked way scarier.

Anyway, my spider was climbing on me, clearly meaning to hurt me -do not laugh, I could see it in her eyes, all eight of them, and since I couldn't move, I screamed. You know, those high pitched screams you hear in horror movies. But the scream, unlike that spider, was real. My husband, half deaf and recovering from a heart attack caused by my scream, tried to wake me up, but had to wait until I was done yelling. I think that scream covered about three months of frustration and fear. I woke up speechless and stayed that way for two weeks : I had broken a vocal cord. Yep.

Needless to tell you that my husband's been sleeping with earplugs ever since. I, for my part, have tried to scream a little more in real life or at the very least, to make myself heard more. I haven't been good at it, I'm afraid. I tend to make that voice shut up too often. Except for the past month, that is. And you know what ? It feels great, not to have someone screaming inside your head anymore, to be yourself again. Not without collateral damage, I know, but honestly, I couldn't care less.


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7 comments:

Annabel Candy, Get In the Hot Spot said...

Good heavens, that's hideous. Poor you, poor hubby. I can see why 2 more subscribers signed up. Lucky the evil sisters weren't around to stop you from posting this. Where does the one with the camera live anyway?!

Michelloui said...

Oh wow! I have never in my life heard of someone breaking their vocal cords in their sleep!!! Poor you. And poor hubby--I'll bet that did give him a scare! I can't imagine what it would have been like for him.

Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but this post did make me laugh. You told it so well, and of course I knew you were ok, that I had a good chuckle. I HATE that feeling of being frozen in a dream and not able to run or defend myself

Sandrine said...

lol I'm not sure about posting in the middle of the night. I'm really not happy about the whole spiders in the blog thing. Who's going to catch it and flush it down the toilet?

Marianne said...

Sandrine : You flush it yourself.
Annabel : yeah, it was horrible. I've had nightmares ever since I was a child, you know. But they're also a good thing, I think.
Michelloui : I'm glad you laughed, that's exactly what I wanted to happen :)

Josie @Sleep is for the Weak said...

Oh my goodness that sounds terrifying!

Someone screaming so hard they break a vocal chord sounds like something that would happen in a book. I may steal it ;)

x

sister3 said...

Dear Annabel,
First of all, Sandrine and I are not evil at all !
And Marianne could'nt be stoped doing what she wants to do anyway !
And i have nothing against spiders, so she can put some evywhere on the blog, as long as they are fake ones, and small real ones
To answer your question about my location, I live...behind my camera ! And my sisters won't let me write usually, so I have to go now ! see you soon !

Stephen Watkins said...

Wow. That's an unexpected take on the topic. Weird story.

I've never really lost lost my voice. I've had sore throats that made talking difficult and painful, but I've never not been able to talk at all, that I recall. Except maybe when I was a kid and had my tonsils out, but I don't recall that as clearly anymore...

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