Today's entry is going to be a quick one, as I have to leave for RQS's place in a little while. But it involves dinner with someone who helped me become the woman I am (for better and worse).
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Several years ago, I started transgender voice training at Mercy College's (now, University's) speech and hearing clinic, where future clinicians are trained. Compared to the rates charged by one NYC practitioner who has an office on Broadway, I was getting a bargain. But the help I could get there was limited, as the students rotated in and out of in-school clinical practice every semester. As a result, the quality of service varied quite a bit, and that there would be a limit to the amount of help I could receive at Mercy.
LK and I have developed a friendship over the years. She is the only student clinician that I encountered who was "fully adult" (she was approaching 40) when I met her. Last year, she had a baby, and his health complications got in the way of us meeting for a while. So, getting together with her was a special event. I was surprised to find that she is pregnant again, and experiencing all of the classic symptoms of pregnancy that she was lucky to have missed the first time around. I won't go into the details of what we chatted about, save that we caught up on each other's lives and hope to get together much more often, now that they have a handle on her son's issues.
All too soon, it was time to leave, and we had to go. LK went home, while I went to Walmart to pick up a couple of last minute items that I needed for my trip.
