"The Silence Treatment"
By Luis Vega
Journal of Jun 26
"when the sweetest voice is murdered, in the stubborn and precocious throat"
2 days ago...
I wake up and feel a little strange, my throat hurts but I think it´s ok, probably because I slept with the fan on, the heat in this town is killing me...
1 day ago
I am now oficially worried, my throat hurts like nobody bussiness, it hurts just to talk, let alone eat or drink, gladly my dad is a doctor so I go with him and he check my mouth with one of those wood sticks.
"mmmm...let´see" he says while checking inside my mouth, in the meantime I am very unconfortable, since it feels weird having that thing in my tongue
"I am afraid you have pharyngitis.." he finally says before taking out that frikin wood piece off my mouth
from wikipedia " Pharyngitis (pronounced /?fær?n'd?a?t?s/) is an inflammation of the throat or pharynx.[1] In most cases it is painful and the initial infection can extend for a lengthy time period. It is the most common cause of a sore throat"
"what do I do then?"
"well, don´t worry it´s not so serious and I have the meds right here, but I am afraid that you wont be able to talk normally for about 3 days, and you are gonna have to eat very slow"
"3 days?" I ask for myself, there are so many things I wanted to do this weekend including eat chinese food, well he is the doctor anyway
"and that includes not going out to do magic, the air could make this worse" he finally says
9:00 am
today...
I feel good, not completely good but better than yesterday, I go to work and then my boss Vito realizes that something is wrong with me
"what´s up with your voice"
"it´s nothing"
"of course it´s not nothing, it hears like if you have something in your mouth, if you feel sick, you are welcome to go home and rest, no problem"
"it´s ok" I say
soon I realize that I should have follow his advice...
the air conditioner starts,slowly affecting my throat, silently my pharyngitis gets worse...
4:00 pm
by the end of the day I feel a little bit different, like tired "mmm...a quick nap and everything will be ok" I say for myself...I was wrong...dead wrong
6:00 pm
today..
I wake up, the pain is unbearable...I can´t talk or eat, aside from that I feel good!
my brother enters my room
"hey what´s up!! you know there is a great party tonight...wanna come?"
I hesitate, now, my body feels great, but I can´t talk so I think I can´t go the Plaza Campestre were it´s necesary to talk, but going to a party it´s different, I am not going for money, just to test magic and socialize...
10:30 pm
My dad gives me the meds and I am starting to feel good, but I still can´t talk or eat
"you shouldn´t go out tonight son, I know you feel good but I advice you to not risk to get this worse"
"I feel good Dad, besides I need to blow some steam" I say with some difficulty
"ok, if you start feeling bad, just return home and go with a jacket"
I get in the car with my brother as I think:
"could I really do magic without saying a word?"
"could patter be replaced with silence?"
"should my body, look and hand movements be my voice?"
"should my tricks be more visual in order to replace the patter?"
"could I socialize without talking?"
"could we please stop to buy some coffee?" well this one actually I asked to my brother
By Luis Vega
Journal of Jun 26
"when the sweetest voice is murdered, in the stubborn and precocious throat"
2 days ago...
I wake up and feel a little strange, my throat hurts but I think it´s ok, probably because I slept with the fan on, the heat in this town is killing me...
1 day ago
I am now oficially worried, my throat hurts like nobody bussiness, it hurts just to talk, let alone eat or drink, gladly my dad is a doctor so I go with him and he check my mouth with one of those wood sticks.
"mmmm...let´see" he says while checking inside my mouth, in the meantime I am very unconfortable, since it feels weird having that thing in my tongue
"I am afraid you have pharyngitis.." he finally says before taking out that frikin wood piece off my mouth
from wikipedia " Pharyngitis (pronounced /?fær?n'd?a?t?s/) is an inflammation of the throat or pharynx.[1] In most cases it is painful and the initial infection can extend for a lengthy time period. It is the most common cause of a sore throat"
"what do I do then?"
"well, don´t worry it´s not so serious and I have the meds right here, but I am afraid that you wont be able to talk normally for about 3 days, and you are gonna have to eat very slow"
"3 days?" I ask for myself, there are so many things I wanted to do this weekend including eat chinese food, well he is the doctor anyway
"and that includes not going out to do magic, the air could make this worse" he finally says
9:00 am
today...
I feel good, not completely good but better than yesterday, I go to work and then my boss Vito realizes that something is wrong with me
"what´s up with your voice"
"it´s nothing"
"of course it´s not nothing, it hears like if you have something in your mouth, if you feel sick, you are welcome to go home and rest, no problem"
"it´s ok" I say
soon I realize that I should have follow his advice...
the air conditioner starts,slowly affecting my throat, silently my pharyngitis gets worse...
4:00 pm
by the end of the day I feel a little bit different, like tired "mmm...a quick nap and everything will be ok" I say for myself...I was wrong...dead wrong
6:00 pm
today..
I wake up, the pain is unbearable...I can´t talk or eat, aside from that I feel good!
my brother enters my room
"hey what´s up!! you know there is a great party tonight...wanna come?"
I hesitate, now, my body feels great, but I can´t talk so I think I can´t go the Plaza Campestre were it´s necesary to talk, but going to a party it´s different, I am not going for money, just to test magic and socialize...
10:30 pm
My dad gives me the meds and I am starting to feel good, but I still can´t talk or eat
"you shouldn´t go out tonight son, I know you feel good but I advice you to not risk to get this worse"
"I feel good Dad, besides I need to blow some steam" I say with some difficulty
"ok, if you start feeling bad, just return home and go with a jacket"
I get in the car with my brother as I think:
"could I really do magic without saying a word?"
"could patter be replaced with silence?"
"should my body, look and hand movements be my voice?"
"should my tricks be more visual in order to replace the patter?"
"could I socialize without talking?"
"could we please stop to buy some coffee?" well this one actually I asked to my brother