Throat - object writing 28 Sep
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Started by Paul - Last post by Paul
Throat, there’s a frog in the back of my throat, it’s about the size of a golf ball, and is jumping about all over the place, making me cough. There’s a wall of flem on the back of my throat, a thick coat of paint that some one came and put there over night. They always come at night and re-apply another coat, then there’s a round of judicious pushing from the lower chest to deliver a gust of air that might dislodge some of it. It really gets in the way of singing, sometimes there’s a half hour of throat clearing before getting on stage - don’t want one single piece of that coating to affect the velvety tones that can emerge from my voice-box. Just one tiny bump can mean a cracked note and failure. Throat clearing in a concert hall is an interesting exercise. When nobody else is around you can wander out onto the stage and ‘hu-hummmmm’ in private. Hear it resonate around the cavern, screaming bats seem to be emerging from all corners of the space.
Getting a sore throat used to be a bi-annual pastime. Tonsilitis sometimes. Lying in bed with a lava flow running over your larynx, it was quelled by throat lozenges and medicine. If it was tonsilitis it was off to the doctors , the unfriendly waiting room with that sick people atmosphere, we’re all here for some cure or other. The doctor would prescribe penicilin. Off to the chemist where , perfect white suited hostesses would deliver the cure, behind shiny glossed lips and dazzling teeth. Home again to bed. Read a lot, sometimes settle down in front of TV, bring in the blankets to keep out the winter chill. The chill that had been there for weeks, seeping into pores which might be the cause of this problem with my throat.
