The trip to the Urgent Care on Saturday and the medications I received seemed to have done the trick.
I'm feeling human again and not some strange creature from the bog. My voice still sounds like Lauren Bacall but that's ok. I need to make a new answering machine machine for my home phone before I loose this husky, sexy voice.
I may not remember a name but I remember voices.
When I hear my own normal voice recorded and played back I cringe, is THAT how I sound? I've picked up the Wisconsin "strange A" sound over the years. I don't notice it but family members that haven't heard me in a while point it out.
I certainly don't have a Southern New Jersey accent. My mother was fanatical about making sure that she and I did not sound like we came from New Jersey, whether it was north or south.
I can do a good imitation of a North Jersey accent if I really want to upset her.
Southern New Jersey is almost a different country from North Jersey. OR, it was 40 some years ago when I lived there.
When I met Zeus, his mother was living outside of Baltimore. When we would visit I would listen carefully to the locals and try to imitate the dialect. It was almost impossible, heck it was impossible.
It was also the first place I heard older women, in stores or restaurants call me sugar. When I lived in Boston the older women would call me, Hon.
I find myself saying that every once in a while to someone younger. It surprises me when I do.
My DIL is from Boston and I get a kick out of hearing her pronounce certain words.
My other DIL is from Minnesota and probably sound a lot like me, I'll have to ask her.
My grandparents lived their whole lives in the coal mining regions of Upper Pennsylvania. They were also Pennsylvania Dutch German. When I would visit them during the summer and come home, my friends would tease me because every sentence I spoke sounded like a question. Everything was very sing song. I rather liked it, it sounded happy.
English is rather a flat, boring language to my ears. I like the way it sounds when it isn't the first language, of a person. I like to hear the cadence change, the tongue do different things to sounds.
I stumble over a lot of words. Zeus gives me kudos for trying them but he is forever correcting me. I've grown used to it.
I swear English isn't my first language even tho I was born and raised here.
So, that's my entry for a cold, dreary, gray, trying to rain Tuesday.
I hope you are having a creative day! :)Bea
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