Friday, March 28, 2008

"People have often asked me what do I mean when I say I have permanent laryngitis so today I thought I would give you an example. This is how I have sounded everyday for the past 4 years. As you can see, I can be pretty hard to understand."

Some days I sound worse than this. It starts like this; turns into an East Indian accent; then I start to sound like the Swedish Chef (a la Muppets) until finally it just sounds like gibberish. To communicate, I rely on e-mail and MSN and sometimes charades. Renzo has gotten pretty good at translating what I am trying to say but some days, even he can't figure it out. The 'pups have often needed him to translate what I am telling them to do. When I go out, I either make sure he is with me to do all the talking, or I make sure I have pen and paper to write it out. I even have laminated pieces of paper with my Tim's, Starbucks and shawarma orders on them (now if they would just get video drive thru's...). Occasionally, I will have a thoughtful clerk think I am hearing impaired and try to communicate with me in sign language. Unfortunately, I don't know sign language so this really isn't helpful but the thought was there. One of these days, I should learn it. But that would also require everyone who has regular "conversations" with me to know it too so I guess that really wouldn't be helpful either. 

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Yes, the blog of 'Rooville has undergone an early spring makeover. As I can no longer eat my beloved ice cream, having a blog named after the luscious treat seemed a little silly. I decided, in my efforts to educate the world on becoming more fragrance free and safe for others like me, that it was time to get on my soap box a little more often. I hope to give a little more insight on what it's like to live with permanent voice-loss and in fear of a world that doesn't seem to want to change. I also hope to help others like me who may be having a hard time finding products that are safe or places they can visit without fear. But don't worry, the pups and that crazy Renzo will still be regulars around here. Even us preachy voiceless gals can't resist a good Renzo tale.