Off to Oxford

Today was the big testing day - we were off by noon, which was merciful becuase I couldn’t drag myself out of bed this morning. We started it off with the good ol’ MMPI-2 - a 597-question series of true-false questions to sort out my personality. Am I depressed? Do I hallucinate? Am I paraniod? I seriously doubt it. We’ll know for sure by Thursday. Then onto short and long-term memory tests, verbal, visual, numerical, and otherwise; pattern-matching, finger-tapping-speed, emotion and age differentiation, grip-strength, analogies, gestalt-picture-interpretation, line-angle discernment, spatial 3-d object rotation, peg-board completion, and top it all off with a functional MRI. It all took about four hours longer than it was supposed to because of a bit of red tape, but I still get a day off tomorrow to go tourist-ing, whihc is good because for a moment I thought that was lost. The BBC folks are all really nice, as was the test administrator. The doctor I was supposed to meet had his flight canceled, so I see him Thursday for the results. My head feels a bit funny - I can feel the MRI while it’s happening, and I’m not sure if that’s a standard phenomenon. I have no idea about the tests, I don’t think the memory ones went so well (ah, well. Gettin’ old...) and the only response I got was the guy testing me asked if I’d ever been diagnosed with dyslexia. Well, no, but I’ve suspected I was mildly dyslexic for years. I reversed letters quite a bit on one of the tests, which prompted his commentary.