Mutiny I Say, Mutiny

A body of sorts, when composed of body parts should equal a cohesive whole.  There should be one organ above the rest, espewing the rules and ensuring compliance.  Military adherence should be observed at all times.  I knew there was a reason I never had military leanings.  My body, composed of body parts, is not a cohesive whole.  Each part being too stubborn to give in to the other, what should have been a clean mutiny is turning into a long drawn out civil war.  My nose is at war with my throat.  My vocal chords are declaring mutiny against my throat.  In the meantime, my lungs, convinced of their superiority (and therefore their inborn right to rule) are stubbornly refusing to comply with any organ.   My nose thought my ears were guilty of espionage and have responded with torture.  Slow, congestion filled torture and punishment.  To make matters worse, the only thing these anarchist organs could agree upon before splitting off into their own cantankerous factions, was that the brain must go.  So go the brain did, although not without protest.  The long drawn out protest that says, "You can take my toys, and you can take my friends, but you can’t make me leave!  I was here first!" 

Alas.  I am a mere hostage in this virulent mess of mutiny, betrayal, civil war, and espionage.  I am made to endure the effects of the nose’s vast ambitions.  What is worse?  Stomach has started getting some grand ideas.  Stomach thinks maybe it should be in control of things, and is threatening a forced hunger strike if it doesn’t get its way.  The battles are fierce.  The loss is heavy.  It continues on, with little gain obvious to any neutral outsider.   The voice was the first to go, it only felt brave.  Secretly its cowardice won out and away it ran, victim to the senseless violence. 

In case you didn’t gather from the above, I have lost my voice, and my health along with it.  About a week and a half ago my health went.  The voice went on Monday.  Yes I still went to work.  Without the voice.  Its been quite an adventure.  The kids apparently went home and tried to imitate my lack of volume to their parents, and they all started out whispering at me.  That soon wore off, but they did quite a good job helping me out this week.  Luckily they are now able to read, so I could write directions on the board and have one of my higher readers read it aloud.  Luckily, as well, this was a novelty to them. Which means they responded well to it. 

One little girl wanted to know why I haven’t been reading them stories this week.  I paused, and in my pause the light bulb went on in her own head and she said, "Oh, yeah! You can’t talk!"  Many of them wanted to know where my voice went, and if it was coming back.  They all (whether in my class or not) commented on how "I was talking".    This week was also: Math CBA (36 question big huge 2 day test– Tuesday and Wednesday, I had to ask someone to read it for me, since we still read the questions aloud in first grade) and Field day.  I am tired.  Thank all that is beautiful for the three day weekend.