I'm actually happy that video exists because I would probably be blaming my loss of voice entirely on being carried away beyond vocal prudence at a Killers concert. But I remember thinking I should baby my voice along so that I could sing at the top of my lungs at the concert...so the bright memory of that extrordinary night can remain undimmed. (Don't confuse me with logic.)
Anyway, I finally made an appointment with a vast medical mind for next week and here's hoping he's got some answers.
I leave you with a romantical selection and promises to forge onward: