Teamwork


Yesterday, I went to see my good doctor again at Barnes hospital here in downtown St. Louis.  He is the one I hope will heal my voice.  I wrote not long ago of him after I was first diagnosed with a paralyzed vocal cord in a post entitled, “Sounds.”  This good doctor of mine looked at me yesterday, asking me questions suspiciously.  As I sat high in his vinyl blue examining chair I felt like I might be in Court of Law, on a witness stand.  “Have you done your exercises?” he asked, in a very low, serous tone.  “Yes,” faithfully,” I replied, to the best of my ability.

This man, this doctor of mine wearing a crisp white lab coat takes his job very seriously, it is obvious.  Anyone can tell.  He lives and breathes it.  He is organized, passionate, prepared to work upon my arrival.  Together, we practice the sounds he has given me. It was my “homework” of the past.  With white papers in hand there they are: the sounds and letters, the pitch, up and down, low to high, high to low, and nasal.  He’s always reminding me to breathe deeply from my diaphragm.  P.U.S. H!  It is so hard.  My doctor brings in a laptop with a colorful decibel meter that looks like a child’s thermometer.  From “O” to “100” it goes.  You’ve guessed right.  I must try to shoot for the top!  This time with vowels I’ve just learned to shout.  Did I just “say” that…..”Shout?”

In spite of it all, I feel lucky to be working with this doctor dressed in the white coat.  I know he wants for me a voice in my throat.  As much or more than I do.  To give a silent one the gift of their speech again can not be taken for granted.  He stands tall with a belief in himself, a sense of confidence that I’ve not seen often before.  Never have I detected a sense of arrogance from him.  He has worked for this: hours of study, time and sacrifice to learn a skill set that is so much his passion.  How wonderful for him.

Before practicing my future homework he studies my mouth and the way I shape my vowels.  Then he listens to the sound and tones of my taped voice on a machine.  Playing it back, he is so proud, like a father of a newborn bird learning to sing.  Hearing it tells him I’ve done my exercises of the past, his ‘prescription’ if you will.

Leaving his office room, he hands me loose papers of newly added ‘homework,’ like a drill sergeant with a smile. I am exhausted feeling as though I’ve just worked out at the gym.  I turn to go, smiling back.  We are a team.  Next time I’ll speak even louder.  I’ll surprise him!

22 thoughts on “Teamwork

    • Haha, it’s the “Gym” every day, but it will be worth it in the end. I dare to think what would happen if I went back without my “homework”done. Just by his look I would know that I had let “both” of us down. If not for me, I owe it to him. 🙂

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      • more importantly, you owe it to yourself

        what machines do you use at the gym, I’ve never been a gym goer but by all means I believe in exercise, I walk everyday with my dog Sammi

        after a nice long walk, especially in the cold, I feel so refreshed and my blood pumping and mind so eager to go

        jinxx

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      • You are right. Last evening I was so loud in my house the neighbors thought the alarm had gone off! Such good news for me. My colored meter read nearly “95” on a scale of up to 100 (not for all the vowels). I think I might get there this weekend, though! I love to walk outside in warm weather, but in this cold I’m indoors on the treadmill or on a pilates machine which I truly enjoy. But, I need to add small weights to build strength. The time has come. 😦

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      • I still walk in the cold, its been in the 20s and teens, I just bundle up, the only thing that keeps me indoors would be a blizzard or hurricane…

        the summer is wonderful here, we take walks on the boardwalk along the Atlantic

        have a great day

        and it sounds like you have it together

        jinxx

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      • Oh, I am a “Water Girl.” Like you, I’d be there every day if I could. Feeling the sand between my toes on the beach during the day while watching the sun set behind clouds while at play. Lucky you!

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      • you could go and take a trip to Florida, it’s beautiful this time of year, they call it Paradise!

        I wait for the Summer when I walk down to the beach and swim in the Salty Water of the Atlantic Ocean

        it’s so refreshing

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