Speechless.

I'm not a big talker. In a conversation, I love sitting back and listening to what other people say, rather than put my own opinion forward.

But when I'm at work I never like to have a quiet moment in my treatment sessions. If I'm not explaining a certain part of human anatomy and the problems that beseige it, or asking about my patient's life, or talking about my life, I think there is something wrong and quickly fill up the space with something of a verbal nature.

One of the joys of being married to Nadine is that we share everything. Including our colds. And this latest one has left me sounding more raspy than Darren Lockyer after a State of Origin. Which has made it quite difficult talking to patients, people on the phone ("this is a shocking phone line" "no, It's my voice!") and anyone in particular.

I expect my voice to return from it's sojourn in the wilderness in the next couple of days. But it does make me realise how much I take for granted my health, and don't thank God enough for having it.