Know what sucks about not being able to talk for nine days?

So, I haven't been able to verbalize anything at all. But even though I've been super silent for over week, my thoughts haven't stopped. No, in fact I've had full conversations with myself minute after minute, day after day. I've been making plans.

Now that I can verbalize a few words, now that I have the energy to move and wiggle, to point to the door and suggest I want to go outside and see the sun again, the hubbie and I are verbally communicating again.

After a nine-day conversation hiatus, our first one went like this:

The hubbie: So, what do you want to do today?

Big Perm: Go buy that paper shredder I've been wanting to buy.

The hubbie: What paper shredder?

(The freaking paper shredder I've been thinking about all bloody week!)

Big Perm: The paper shredder we're going to use to get rid of all the paper clutter in this apartment.

The hubbie: We are not going to get a paper shredder.

Big Perm: But I want...[voice cuts out, throat pain rushes back]

The hubbie: I'll shred the papers at work so we can save money. We don't have the money for a paper shredder.

(What the? But don't you remember I've been talking about this paper shredder for nine days? Don't you remember the plan I formulated about how we were going to shred our way out of this cramped apartment? Why wait until today--days and days and days after I've had my mind set on this--to shoot me down? I want my freaking paper shredder!)