Not seeking sympathy in any way, just a few observations.
I'm not being antisocial, I just can't talk. I lost my voice about two months ago. It never came back.
I was sick. I had bronchitis, which turned into pneumonia. They brought along their pal laryngitis. I missed one day of work and almost everything was back to normal before Thanksgiving. I've felt fine for a long time now, but I still have no voice.
I've been to the doctor five times since the beginning of November. I have two more appointments scheduled. On two occasions, they put a camera up my nose and down my throat past my Adam's Apple. I had to sing for them (say "eeeeeeee", now high "eeeeeee" ((nothing)), "aaaaaaa", high "aaaaaaaa", sniff and swallow). Fortunately, there is no cancer, no polyps and no fungal infections.
I have been diagnosed with "muscle tension disphonia". Translation: I hurt my voicebox, and I started doing bad things to accommodate it. I'm using accessory muscles to do it, and speaking just makes it worse. Next stop is a speech pathologist.
I really feel fine. I can speak in the morning, but by noon, my voice is gone. Like, nothing.
So for now, My ENT doctor has encouraged me to use my words sparingly. I have been instructed to speak like President Obama. He pointed out, correctly, that our current president speaks fairly softly, using few words at a time, and pauses between phrases. The actual words don't matter. Fair enough.
Finally, through my conscious effort to speak less, it becomes dramatically obvious how much we talk simply for the sake of filling the empty silence.
I now run every sentence through my head before opening my mouth, and ask myself if my thoughts really need to be verbalized. Not surprisingly, most do not.
What becomes even more obvious when one speaker is removed from the party, is, in the presence of others, how few of their thoughts really need to be verbalized.
So much unnecessary noise...
Again, I'm not seeking any sympathy. I'm not suggesting that anyone is missing out on my poignant observations or witty retorts. Just a few observations from an accidental Ellen Jamesian.