On Saturday, January 3rd, I had a choir audition. The first phase, I was auditioned by the director's TA and he just heard me on my prepared piece (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uxXWpNQ-mU) and did some tests to see how good my ear was. Then, if he deemed that I even had a chance, he'd send me in to Sister Ashby's (the director) office, and she would then do a more extensive audition, testing my range, agility, sight-reading etc. Thankfully I passed the first audition and I was able to sing for her.
I've been sick for a few days at this point, congested up the wazoo (whatever that means) and coughing up a storm (or a lung). I'd been drinking a lot of water and warmed up for quite a while before my audition to prepare myself, but my range (how high/low I can sing) suffered regardless. And she noticed, too. Sister Ashby said "Are you feeling well? Because it sounds like you should be able to sing higher and lower than what you have done." Relieved, I confirmed, and she said that she wanted me IN the choir.....
.....But that she wanted me to come
back on Monday "when I was feeling better" and test my range so that she would know what part to put me on.
My initial thought? Cool.
My thought Sunday night? Not cool. I still am plagued.
SO, on Sunday, I took shots of Robitussin every four hours (like I had been doing for days now) and continued coughing/blowing my nose. One of my roommates suggested a humidifier. I didn't have one, nor did I know what that meant, really. So then, being the sucker that I am, I looked online for "ways to recover from a cold quickly" and lo, and behold - a humidifier was suggested multiple times. The interwebs also suggested that if one did not have a humidifier, to just "take an extra-long hot shower." At this point is was 11:00 at night, and I hate showering at night. So then, being the total sucker that I am, I went into the bathroom, turned on the water as hot as it could go, then sat on the floor, fully-clothed, and read a Brad Wilcox book for about 40 minutes.
Was that a weird experience? Absolutely, but I wanted to get better so that my range could be what it usually is when I sing for Sis. Ashby!
After me and my drippings couldn't handle it anymore, we went out and found my OTHER roommate in the kitchen who said she had a humidifier I could sleep with!
So she got it out for me and showed me how to work it.
That night, I slept with the humidifier on my nightstand, blowing right in my face. I was determined to get better. The good thing about the humidifier was that it blew out cold humidity, something I had never experienced before. #Houston. So, it was weirdly refreshing, and it also reminded me of home. I slept rather well.
UNTIL about 5am when I woke up feeling like this:
My roommates laughed at me when they found out I pointed the humidifier RIGHT at my face/pillow/bed, all of which were uncomfortably damp and moist when I woke. I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to do that.
After drying my face and recovering emotionally, I turned off the humidifier and went back to sleep for about 5 hours. (I scheduled my first class on mondays to be at 2:00 pm #notamorningperson).
When I woke up at 9:45 today, however, I was not coughing. I could breathe. I was not reaching for a tissue. I was.. better!!
So, now I am eating a healthy breakfast, about to go take a not-so-steamy shower, and preparing for my follow-up audition.
Humidifiers work, people. But... All things in moderation, ya know?


