Yesterday my web host was having server issues… so my blog was down pretty much all day.
I didn’t get the next vacation post done since the server was down. And I’m not ahead in my posts because of this Messiah project. And I’m behind in the Messiah project because I’m sick (and because I procrastinated since getting back from vacation). And I haven’t done my laundry because I have a deadline for Messiah (That deadline is tomorrow, by the way).

Its a vicious, vicious circle.

And did I mention that I’m sick?

It all started yesterday with a disgusting hacking cough. No sore throat warning. No runny nose. Just a deep yucky cough. It hurts when I cough. And I tend to cough more when I talk. So I’ve been trying really hard not to talk.

Instead I sign. (I learned ASL as part of my major in college.)

But that’s not going so well.

When I was single, living in an apartment with roommates, and I got sick – I signed all the time. I didn’t care if my roommates couldn’t understand me. But there was always someone around that could. A lot of my friends were either Deaf or also studying American Sign Language. So being sick meant a good opportunity to practice.

Now… I have a daughter who knows a handful of words in sign language. And a husband who knows even less. So when I try to sign Bridget just yells, “No mom. Talk.” And Dave usually just leaves the room – since he has no idea what I’m trying to say. So much for practice. So much for trying not to talk. The thing is, I think they would be able to understand if they tried. 🙂

Last night I signed four words to Bridget: “Cook – Spaghetti – Dinner – Help” – I had to sign one word at a time, and do it several times, but she understood well enough. And she came down to the kitchen with me to help me make dinner. The whole time she was saying, “Yea mom, I do want spaghetti.” Since then though, she has not been too excited about me trying to sign to her instead of talking. When I whisper that my throat hurts to talk she just assumes that if we both whisper – and have the whole conversation in whispers that all will be well. *sigh*

Man, I hope I feel better soon. I hate being sick.

P.S. When I’m sick I don’t talk to the dog either. I just pat my leg, shake my hand, snap my fingers, or point… she understands me. lol.