Read my lips

Everytime I hear this phrase, for some reason I think of George H.W. Bush and the 1988 Republican Convention. I’m not sure why, but that’s what pops into my little brain. Certainly, in 1988, I never thought that this phrase would become so important to my ability to communicate. But then I never dreamed I would have to have a tracheostomy either. Something about having a big-ass hole in your throat is a little disconcerting. But then maybe it’s not so bad since you no longer have to worry about choking.


Everyone in my support network is trying very hard to read my lips as the trach precludes my ability to speak. Truth be told, I think there are some people who are quite happy I’ve been shut up. But little do they know that I will speak again and then it’s payback time!