My Doctor’s Name Was Ursula
I had to think about it for a second before this really sank in, but when my dad went around the house the day I had my tonsils removed saying that my doctor ’ s name was Ursula, it finally sank in. I had no voice. I still have no voice. It’s been about four frustrating days since I had my tonsils removed, and I think it would be safe to say that I am ready to talk. Or sing. Or communicate faster in general. So much sympathy goes out to my Mermaid friend, Ariel, who essentially loses her voice for legs and true love. Ever find yourself extremely frustrated while watching that show because you just want her to be able to blurt her name out to Prince Eric? Well, I’ve found myself extremely frustrated with myself these past couple days just wanting to blurt out a simple “thank you” or “hello.” I ’ m sorry for my lack of patience, Ariel, and a huge shout out (in typed form, of course) to my family and friends for their patience with me. It ’ s as if because I can ’ t really talk (or a