And the bright shall suffer
I'd like to take a moment to reflect on the fact that I took my first IQ test a while ago, and that my final score came to 127. I was quite surprised - that's not too bad, is it? Better yet was that my intelligence type is apparently, according to this particular test, an 'insightful linguist', and that careers that would be suited to me had 'translator' among them (it also had 'teacher', but I chose to ignore that). It seems like I could finally be on the right path to doing something that suits me.
I've been on prescription painkillers for the past week for my shoulder. It's been hurting for almost two months now, and it's starting to drive me a little mad. When it's at its worst I can't even take my top of on my own, or lift the showerhead with my right hand. The pills haven't started working yet, but I'm not giving up on them until I've finished the treatment. I'd really rather not have to take a cortison shot.
The doctor wasn't really a favourite of mine, though. The first thing she said after I explained what my problem was, was "And what do you want me to do about it?"
How the hell should I know? You're the doctor, you tell me what to do about it, I didn't say. But, at least she did give me the pills in the end.
She also looked briefly at the knot thingy on my leg which I've been worrying about for a while and which my mum keeps telling me I should have removed, and said it was most likely nothing. Oh, good. So why do I still check it every day?
I'm growing just a tiny bit addicted to blogthings.
| You Are An INFP |
The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. |
1 comment:
I can't even remember the first IQ test I had. It was on a day in seventh grade when a lot of us students had to relocate to a nearby college for an assessment test that high-school seniors normally take. The IQ test was coupled with it, but I ended up doing awful because I'd had an awful day before then. My mom made me wear an ugly pair of jeans that I hated and that didn't fit me right at all, and that ruined the rest of the day for me. I had to keep pulling them up so that they didn't slide right off me, and that kept my mind preoccupied and away from the test. So, it wasn't the best assessment I've had.
But I'm a genius, so trust me. :D
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