Worst. Timing. Ever
Thursday Morning: I get on the plane to Chicago with the slightest of coughs (I think I coughed twice and blamed it on the recycled air)
Friday Evening: Completely lost voice.
This sucks way more than usual. Losing your voice is always terrible and usually inconvenient. But I’m only home for 5 days and I’ve been really looking forward to running around Chicago and catching up with friends.
This morning I’m getting brunch with one of my best friends who I haven’t seen in a year. And I can barely whisper.
