InsaneJournal

*wobbles*
You know what I kind of feel like? A doll.

Most of my body's about as flexible as it normally is, but I can't move my neck that far in any direction. Whenever I need to look down or to the side I have to pivot at the waist rather than turning my head, and to look at something closer means crouching and then bending over like I'm about to pray towards Mecca. I can move around the house well enough, but I've resigned myself to calling Mom or David over whenever I need to get more grape juice out of the fridge.

That comes in alongside the fact that my vocal cords haven't gone back to normal yet. For those that haven't heard me speak, my voice is a bit deeper than the average woman's. Right now it's higher and softer, and my mom seems to find it more pleasant than my usual tone. Personally I think that it's also because I can't get loud enough to properly yell at anyone or get in a laugh more enthusiastic than a light chuckle without hurting myself.

Although for some reason a fragile, soft-voiced (but not soft-headed) doll creature is trying to worm its way into my headspace and I have no idea what it is or what it does. I may have to ask Naise to come around and do something about it.