I woke up yesterday morning as I usually do with a single light touch of my cat’s Leroy’s paw, A little background, Leroy adopted us about four years ago and he is definitely a “outdoor” cat that likes to sleep with us at night and then start his day early, usually between four thirty and five thirty a.m. So his gentle touch to wake me in the morning is followed as it was yesterday by me struggling to get up, find my slippers and robe and of course my glasses. By the time I’ve made my obligatory visit to the bathroom I’m finding my way down the hallway in the dark hoping I won’t step on the cat and at the same time moving quickly to get Leroy his food and then open the door so he can “escape” To morning freedom. Normally as I walk to the kitchen to feed Leroy I ask some inane question of Leroy like; are you hungry this morning? Well when I went to ask the question I only gargled making a strange sound, well like a cat’s meow. I cleared my throat and proceed to do my chores and once again I tried to talk to Leroy and could only make a garbled sound that once again sounded in some fashion like a cat! I walked into the bedroom to tell my significant other that I had congestion in my throat and couldn’t speak normally and all that came out was my cat’s angry or maybe frustrated growl. My significant other was just awake [and not too happy about it] and asked what I had said. I tried again only to make the same frustrated cat noises. I realized that I wasn’t making any headway in talking so I grabbed a yellow pad and wrote down my problem, I can’t speak, only making cat like sounds. My significant other suggested I gargle with one of her saltwater concoctions but that didn’t work either. Then she suggested we call the doctor but it was eight o’clock in the morning and the doctor’s office wasn’t open yet. Meanwhile I made coffee and quickly learned to use the yellow pad to communicate with my lady. Leroy just stared at me with those bright eyes and did not to seem to understand any sounds I was making. I cannot say the number of times I went to talk and just came out with a variance of cat sounds.
Well off we went to the doctor and after every exam the staff could think of they arrived at the conclusion that I needed to see a throat specialist, duh! Of course I couldn’t go directly to the recommended doctor because I needed an appointment that turned out to be this morning. Meanwhile my lady needed to go to work and I was left alone with Leroy and the errands of the day. I must admit I was tried over and over again because I kept forgetting that I couldn’t speak. For example I needed to pick up some ice and fruit and when I went through the check out at Kroger’s I started to say thank you and all that came out was a meow. The checkout clerk thought I was making fun of her and since I couldn’t talk I couldn’t explain that I had this condition so I quickly wrote an explanation that of course she would not or could not believe. There were a couple of more incidents like the one with the clerk and I became angry. What was wrong with me?! I tried singing, recording my voice, making phone calls to see if the pressure of being required to speak would get over the block but it wouldn’t work.
My significant other came home as early as she could and tried to reassure me that she loved me and we would overcome this aberration. When we had dinner the conversation was written by me and of course voice by her, still it was awkward. Finally we went to bed and I couldn’t sleep. In the morning Leroy did his routine and I did mine with the added element of me trying to talk in cat sounds to Leroy, it was not very satisfying.
My lady stayed home so she could go to the throat doctor with me and frankly I was scared of what was going to happen. When the doctor was through he said that there did not appear to be anything wrong with my throat and it might be a mental block, I was relieved and I wasn’t, mental block? What was wrong with me?!
We were both silent on the way home, me with my yellow pad and her with her voice. When I got home I was tired and since I hadn’t slept much the night before I lie down and took a nap of relief.
There was the tap of a single toenail of Leroy that woke me up. It was five thirty in the morning and Leroy wanted his meal and he wanted out, I got out of bed found my glasses, the slippers and robe and visited the bathroom for my normal routine including asking Leroy if he was hungry. I asked in plain old English and he didn’t respond as usual. I looked at the calendar on my iPhone and it was “yesterday”……..it had all been a bad dream, but so very real!