OKay, I think those silly verses in my previous post have been up there for quite long enough. I'm afraid this post will be another stroke-based one, because yesterday I had my neuro-psychological test at Caulfield Rehab and I think I might have done quite badly.
The idea of the test is to determine just how much damage has been done to my brain. It's very like an IQ test and those who have read my book Tumble TUrn will know exactly what I think of IQ tests.
So the 'Caelocanth' answer for 'Name as many animals as you can that begin with C' wasn't just a spectacular piece of posing, but a genuine automatic response. And I chose Caelocanth as my YouTube name because I put myself in the same category - 'a dinosaur that came back' - though it's probably just a little self-important and way too premature because I haven't really 'come back' yet in my role as a writer for kids and teens. Anyway, I don't believe that the psychologist even wrote down the word. Maybe she wrote down the standard code word for 'smart-arse answer'. I should add at this point that my psychologist was not in the least stentorian. She was gentle and resssuring and told me that there were no right or wrong answers to her questions. This, of course, was to put me at my ease though manifestly untrue. I'm fairly sure that if I'd mentioned 'pangolin' as an animal beginning with 'C', my psychologist would have most definitely regarded it as a wrong answer. (At least, I hope so.)
The next part of the test is where I really dug my own grave. The psychologist handed me a box of very elegant little building blocks. Each had six sides which were either red or white, or a combination of the two bisected diagonally. What I had to do with these blocks was make various shapes and patterns that were presented to me, like so:.
There is a pathetic part of me that wants to score points - I'm like the TV show Qi instilled into a person. I'm like authors who post their good reviews on Facebook. Horrible. I was so cross about my psychologist not admitting that I had been presented with a puzzle that had no adequate solution, that I was itching for revenge. I looked around her office and noticed a rather lovely photo of some marshland somewhere with a young kid playing with a group of waterbirds. And since so many of my tests had been about memory (which I was apparently quite good at, even if not so good at grammar) I asked the psychologist if, without looking, she could tell me how many ducks were in the picture on her office wall. I so desperately wanted her to have a stab at it. I'd have been rapt if she'd told me 'five' (seemingly the correct answer) because then I could have corrected her and told her that there were in fact no ducks in the picture at all, since they were all geese and ganders. But she wasn't playing that game. She knew I was obstreperous and that any answer she gave would be wrong, at least in my view. (Actually, I'm pretty sure they were swans, although leaving a kid alone with a groop of swans is a recipe for disaster. How many times have we heard that a swan can break a man's nose with a blow of its wing? (We've certainly heard it quite a lot if we've read Sue Townsend's clever but underrated Adrian Mole and The Weapons of Mass Destruction.) I myself was attacked by geese when I was younger , and incorporate this terrifying experience into a very bizarre sex education lesson in The Life of a Teenage Body-snatcher. Anyway, while I am on the subject of child safety, let me report on the psychological testing that I first received when Iarrived in rehab. There were but two questions
1. You are walking along a beach when you spy a baby playing at the end of a pier, the water below is deep and if the baby falls in he will drown. What do you do?
2. You arrive at Sydney airport by some strange series of accidents. (You shouldn't be there.) You have nothing but a dollar. What do you do?
Now, both these questions do not have a 'Right or wrong' answer, as the psychologist previously but incorrectly mentioned. You'll be pleased to know that I did well on both of these questions. But I was fascinated by questions that seemed to have such simple answers. (Seek help.) Why ask them at all? I was told that some stroke patients are so disassociated from reality, that their answer to the second question could well be (and this is a genuine offering): 'Convince a pilot to sell the plane to you for a dollar. Learn how to fly the plane, then pilot it to wherever it is that you want to go.'
And people like this could be out there driving cars or, possibly, aeroplanes.
Speaking of which, my sister went to the Ballarat Base Hospital recently and noticed a group of elderly people who all had the word 'world' written on their arms. The reason for this? My sister had to ask and duly learned something very interesting. As part of a forthcoming test as to whether they should be deemed astute enough to retain their driving licences, these elderly souls had to speak out the letters that spell 'world', only backwards. (This is actually quite tricky even if you aren't ninety and ga-ga.) Anyway, somehow the word got out that this was one of the tests they had to pass, so the nonagenarians conspired to outwit the testers by having the word 'world' discreetly penned on their wrists. Is that really cheating? After all, they don't have the actual answer 'dlrow' written on their arms. I would argue that it is cheating, just as it is cheating not to reveal that a neuro-psych block test is an impossibility, especially when the testee has asked twice if it's a trick question.
