No, I Don't Talk Funny, but I DO Need a Speech Therapist
Sometimes it feels like a rollercoaster...that I can't get off. It seems that as soon as I complete one form of physical therapy, another takes its place. The therapy du jour this time is speech therapy. A family friend recently teased me about that because she remembered my mom's tale of an absurdly satirical parent/teacher conference when we still lived in Birmingham Alabama.
No, I Don’t Talk Funny, but I DO Need a Speech Therapist
The teachers who complained that I 'talk funny and need a speech therapist' would be happy to learn that acid reflux finally caused me to require speech therapy.
In case you were wondering, my speech therapy doesn't require me to say, Stephanie Savage sells seashells by the sea shore.