Back in therapy, I once again take the driver's test -- not in the car but in a series of tests administered in a therapy room by the occupational therapist.
When I did this at St Downtown back in Mountain Town, I had trouble with something called the trail-making test. Now at my HMO, I once again had trouble with the same thing.
I found an iPhone app for testing trail making and practiced briefly on that.
But truth be told, I did not have a lot of practice time as my whole being was dedicated to prepping for a Webinar that I finally gave a few days ago.
The day before the Webinar, I went back to OT and once again took the trail-making test. I flunked with profound honors. In the middle of the test, I became lost and froze until the therapist said in a gentle fashion, "What letter comes after J?" I thought, but nothing came.
So sad. Against all odds I finished medical school, did two years of surgical residency, became board certified in Emergency Medicine, etc., etc., etc. And I could not remember what follows the letter J.
At bedtime, I sat on the side of my bed and recalled flunking the test earlier in the day. A profound sense of humiliation washed over me. I cried.
The next day came anyway. The Webinar was a success. So, who cares what follows J? (Answer: I do.)
Now into Thanksgiving. I think I have more to be thankful for than turkey, though I am looking forward to that.