Threatening Situation

 Your girl is, as of this moment, voiceless. She woke up in the early morning--maybe about three--with her throat and stomach flaming, and the only thing she could think of doing with dousing it with her favorite beverage--milk--but immediately afterwords, she wondered if she had just fanned the flame. What to do? Her head was totally rattled. She didn't want to wake anyone up, but what if she died if she didn't?

Nothing to do but get dressed, breathe through her open mouth, and wander around the dark, silent house  pondering what her next move would be. Should she awaken someone for help? Should she drink more milk? Was it that 10mg Melatonin pill that was ravaging her mouth? Would she live to tell the story?

Granddaughter woke up about six and greeted Fio, who smiled back as if everything was all right and whispered back her greetings, then wrote out a note on the back of an envelope for when her daughter-in-law got up that explained her situation: Can't talk, call Daughter to drive me to the emergency room.  

Then, Fiorella waited........

Thank the Good God that by the time Daughter called back, the fire in your girl's mouth was burning out and she was able to whisper what had happened--and also reassure her offspring that Mom wasn't going to kick the bucket this time around after all. 

Now Fio is nervous about what sort of damage has been done to her throat just when she's been trying to sing again, and she's wondering if her speaking voice also has taken a permanent hit. Ah, for the days when Fiorella had a voice that could handle everything from Boys' Debate to first soprano.

Er...don't count on this exciting a story every time you tune in. Fiorella is d-r-a-i-n-e-d....