I'm Tense.

Tomorrow I take my shiny new vocal cord and my still skanky vocal cord to the ENT for a follow up.  What I believe he is going to do is stick the torture rope up my schnoz and down my throat to take a polite little peep at the whatsa-goin'-ons inside.  This makes me want to curl up like a petrified roly poly and die.  My cords don't really hurt, but on occasion, depending on the way I yawn or sneeze or stretch my neck, I feel the sensation of two metal plates rubbing together in my throat.  The thought of the nasty torture rope sliding down my pipes makes me want to hurt something.  And then cry about it.

The only positive is that the doctor might be able to give me an "early release date".  His original prescription was three weeks worth of voice rest.  I'm almost two weeks in.  It's been completely miserable.  In case you were wondering.

I'll let you know.  Don't lose sleep about it or anything.  I'll be fine.  Eeeep.