Concessions have been made, are being made, will continue to be made.
IT all starts with that weird empty feeling that grows in the throat. And that which is at first a manageable inconvenience begins a slow disintegration into a nuisance, then a bore, then a pain, then an agony and soon you're talking at work because you're sick of writing, and you're talking to your mother because you miss her voice sometimes.
And I don't even want to talk I want to fucking SING. I want to sing at work and in the shower and while I'm in the car and at stupid karaoke and when my friends are sad and when my band mates want to rehearse and when people ask me to play shows and when I hear music in my head and when I write a song and when I just want to fucking sing something!
Seeing the specialist on Thursday. They will numb the back of my throat and insert a camera. They also may put a camera down the back of my throat through my sinuses. Not sure which yet. After I find out what the actual problem is (inflammation or callouses or something hazardous and mysterious and unimaginable) I can figure out how to treat it; speech therapy, singing lessons, extended horrific silence...
Please let it be nothing. Blame it on my crappy singing technique and let me carry on.
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