Back in January when I was doing Lucky Stiff, I felt my voice "pop" in the middle one of my big songs a week before we opened. I thought I had strained it - was terrified that I'd torn it - but are ya gonna do? The show must go on. So I went on. I kept hoping it would get better on its own, but no such luck.
I saw a throat doctor today. No cancer, no nodules, no tears. That's good. Unfortunately, I have some pretty severe damage from the GERD, my vocal chords don't close, there's a LOT of varicosity & swelling & some hemorrhaging. It's pretty serious. I'm grounded from singing anything at all - not even Tylar's lullaby - and I'm not supposed to talk if I can help it (me! not talk! shyah!). I am not allowed to audition for anything & he's not at all happy that I'm in the middle of a play right now & especially that I'm doing the show without amplification. He said it's going to be a long time until things heal enough that I can start working on trying to get my voice back. I could be out of commission for years.
Sucks.
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LE,
You are living my nightmare. I wish you the strength & character to get through this. Chin up girlie Ronnie loves you.
Thanks, Ronnie. I knew you'd understand what I'm going through.
Silly, isn't it, to be so upset about something not even remotely life-threatening. But I just can't imagine a life without singing.
And we've been approached to co-write & record a whole album with that filmmaker guy we did the last song with/for. Go figure.
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