It all happened very quickly. On Wednesday, after a couple of days of feeling a bit off kilter, I got in the car after the second choir rehearsal for the week and by the time I arrived at home (c30 min) my voice had gone. This is the second time for the year -- something of a record for me!
On Thursday I had the three-hour marathon at the AYC, with my voice reduced to a whisper. No singing, but plenty of rasping. It was an interesting exercise -- every question was asked in something approaching the vox mystica, and most of the answers came sotto voce.
So, here's a little bit of folk devotion. St Blaise is the patron of coughs and throat impediments: part of his legend is that, on the way to his martyrdom, he healed a child choking on a fish bone. He is typically portrayed in iconography with two candles held cross-wise. Go here and here to find out more.
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