It’s been a while but I am back to finally finish off what I got started a few stories ago.
Like I said, I had gone through a lot of pain and strange gravelly phases in my voice and decided to hit the ENT up for a visit. Of course, these days with our amazing health care, I had to wait 3 months but when I finally got in to see the guy, I was faced with a singers worst nightmare. I had a vocal granuloma meaning a lump on one of my vocal cords.
The doctor said I would need to take prescription antacid pills, in case it was caused by acid reflux and see if it healed in a few months. I knew it was from that one night on tour where I let my emotions get the best of me so of course, the prescription didn’t work. When I had my follow up appointment, he said it had not healed so I had 2 options: 1. Don’t speak for a month and keep taking the medication or, 2. Go under the knife.
Option 2 was my choice since I really needed to be able to get on with my life. As a teacher and performer of music, I use my voice all day and then having gigs at night sometimes after speaking all day makes it that much tougher to heal the old fashioned way so I bit the bullet.
The day of surgery was fairly strange. I had to be put under and the first thing I heard when I woke up was a nurse saying don’t talk please. I didn’t know where the hell I was till it clicked in; “You’re in the hospital goofball!” She handed me a clipboard and said I could write down what I wanted to eat/drink. I had to face reality; this was now my only form of communication to the outside world for the next week.
That was one of the toughest weeks of my life. Try not being able to say a word when people say hello or when cashiers try to chat. I must have seemed like the rudest jerk they had ever seen. Oh well, I wanted to heal perfectly and nobody was going to keep me from that goal.
After that week I started to speak here and there. The pain was gone, my voice felt much better. I lost a few months after that as well since it takes 8 weeks after to fully recover but now I am happy to say I am 100% ready to rock.
The moral of the story is, don’t let your emotions get the best of you no matter what because you can lose a lot more than your temper sometimes.
Now, time to get some Christmas shopping done…