There's an old joke around newsrooms: News is something that happens to your editor.
If you'll pardon the self-indulgence, I'm going to take this truism one step further: News is what happened to me.
I was laid low the week before New Year's Day by a mysterious headache and a blazing sore throat. A few days later I lost my voice.
My doctors eventually pinpointed the cause by snaking a small camera down my nose. My left vocal fold (or vocal cord if you prefer) had stopped working. It was essentially paralyzed, other than the occasional twitch.