Days of silence...

I know it's been quiet around here for over two weeks now. I apologize for the lack of posts lately. I've just had a crazy (but exciting, nonetheless) two weeks and I'm still trying to catch my breath. Anyhow, the silence in this blog won't even compare to the kind of silence that I have had to deal with for the past five days. You see, I completely lost my voice last Monday. Funny thing is, I didn't even realize I couldn't talk until Pete came home Monday night and he called out to me from downstairs and I tried to call back. That was when I realized my vocal chords couldn't produce any sound. I could barely manage a whisper. We went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with laryngitis and acid reflux (O diba, sosy? Hehehe.) The doctor ordered complete voice rest. As in total silence. Not even a whisper. It's pretty easy to follow the doctor's advice during the day when I am completely alone in the house and I very rarely have to open my mouth (Yep, that was why I didn't realize I had no voice until Pete came home last Monday.) --oh, except a couple of times when my phone rang and I panicked because I couldn't possibly answer it and talk in whispers. But Pete says he misses my non-stop chattering as soon as he gets home or when we're driving in the car. Hehehe. Hey, after spending long hours alone during the day, I have to talk A LOT when I finally have someone to talk to.

Anyway, the craziness didn't even start there. February (and even the end of January) has been such a busy month for me. I've been doing a lot of portraits which I love. And I even went on an out-of-town shoot for a wonderful client (more on that next time). Things would have been perfect if my body just cooperated. I got sick as soon as I got back. And in the past week, I have gone to the doctor three times, each time hoping I would be given a pill that would make me well instantly. Unfortunately, all the doctors gave me were medicines to manage the symptoms, and they always tell me that what I really need to do is to rest. (And I honestly find it kinda annoying when they ask me what my job is, and when I tell them, they immediately assume that I only work on weekends and therefore I could get all the rest that I need.) I informed all the clients that would be affected and I am so glad they were all very understanding. But the truth is, I still worked whenever I can because it's not easy to escape from work when your office is right in the next room.  I think one of the few things I miss about being employed (aside from the bonuses, and the office chismis) is the sick days you can avail of.  When the nurse at the clinic asked me if I needed a medical certificate, I was almost tempted to ask for 10, so I can give each one of the clients that I'm currently working with. Hehehe.

I just read what I had written above, and I can't believe how disorganized my train of thought is today. Please forgive me, I am sick afterall. I have events to shoot this weekend though, so I'm praying hard that I get my voice back (at least partially) by tomorrow. Otherwise, I may have to use hand signals during portrait sessions. And that won't be cool. Also, I'm getting tired of drinking lukewarm water. I want some iced tea or hot coffee already!

I'm not sure if people even read what I write in this blog, but for those who come here just for the photos, here are a few from the sessions that I've been working on since I got sick.

Benedict and Karen's engagement session.

Christine's preggy portrait session.

Ria's boudoir portrait session.

Mican's pre-birthday portrait session.


And I still have a few more to work on.  So much for complete bed rest, right? :D