So, it is done. I have had my vocal paraphernalia checked by the very nice Mr Peter Blake FRACS in Kelburn. As you can see by the photo I was a bit apprehensive .
Wondering what is going to be done to me
I can assure you it wasn’t too bad. Basically after discussing the history of my voice and what had led me to come – see my previous post – He then squirted some topical anaesthetic up my nose which promptly ran down my throat.
Admittedly that stuff tastes disgusting but after a few minutes everything did feel rather numb. I then got to recline on a medical chair – (getting to recline is always a treat) – while a flexible fibre optic laryngoscope was inserted through my nose to my throat. This sounds horrid and while a little disconcerting, if one relaxes it’s not too bad. I then had to make some sounds while he peered at my vocal folds.
It turns out all I have is a mild laryngitis! No polyps, no nodules, and just a slightly narrow supraglottic area resonator which is just part of my particular physiology.
The verdict – rest my voice and take care of it. Don’t scream at my daughter, bellow with breath support at soccer and be mindful at loud parties.
As I was out bouncing through mud on my mountain bike last weekend I was once again mulling on what would be a useful topic for you all. I was out with my almost 13 year old and his buddy. I suddenly saw a picture of myself on my death bed with him by my side upset at remembering how once upon a time his mum was fit and healthy and used to force him to get out riding. 
Well really I just wanted an excuse to talk about mountain biking and voice at the same time. As I was out riding the Brooklyn tracks I was pondering what I could blog about that would be useful.