For someone who is ridiculously prone to colds, flus and infections in all concievable forms, I have been blissfully free from them for a record breaking time lately. In fact I don't think I've even had so much as a cold since November 2010 when Mats passed. It's probably my change of diet that gets the credit for that. Smoothies, good fatty acids, proteins, lots of antioxidants and very little carbohydrates. Sugar is the devil, I tell ya.
Now, cue the irony of life. I'm supposed to attend my first choir practice today in a local choir. So naturally I've developed a cold that has reduced me to a phlegm-infested snotball with barbed wire for vocal chords. And I'm supposed to do a "singing test" as well, mostly just to determine what voice type I am (you know, soprano, mezzosoprano, contralt..). I know that I usually am a contralt, which is the deeper female voice, but with my throat being in the state it is I will either be thrown out on my arse, or stuffed with the guys in the rear singing bass.
FML.
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