Well, actually, a collection of several tests designed to help pinpoint what's specifically wrong with my brain (as I've mentioned in previous topics, my short-term memory has gone somewhere and I can't find it).
The tests ranged from pattern repetition (tester touches several blocks and I must follow her sequence), face recognition (tester shows me 15 or so pictures of individual faces and I must discern them out of a collection of 40 or so pictures), word-pair games (tester gives me 10 or so pairs of words and I must recall them intermittently throughout the entire session), and a smattering of drawing exercises.
It was rough. There's nothing more humiliating than being asked to accomplish a seemingly childish task and coming up short. For example, I had to listen to the tester read to me a short story, then I had to repeat it back to her as best I could. I sat there and listened to the whole thing. Then I stared at her with nothing to say. As soon as she'd finished I'd forgotten it!
And then we did a simple drawing test. In a square on a piece of paper there were 10 circles, 5 white and 5 black. The tester asked me to draw a line connecting 5 of the
dots, alternating colors as I drew. I was dumbfounded to realize I usually forgot what color dot I'd just passed through on my way to the next. Like I said... humiliating.
But other than repeating the obvious statement that something's wrong with my memory, I learned a pretty cool truth: I'm almost completely ambidextrous. She asked me what hand I used most and I said left, but the tests showed a different story. One such test consisted of putting small metal pegs into matching holes on a board. I could only use one hand at a time. I accomplished the task at the exact same time with both hands. And each hand is just as strong as the other, according to a grip test.
It was 7 hours of grueling testing that I pushed through in just over 3. I didn't want to go back tomorrow and put my poor brain through another morning of tests. Blegh. For the first time in my life, I'm calling myself 'mentally exhumed.'