Certification, Cracked Ribs, Bruised Balls

- Wes
Bus that was on fire parked at bus stop with snow on the ground and clouds in the background.
A wreck. It's a metaphor.

I carried my battered body to a testing center today and passed a test for nerd certification. It has been a long time since I have been in an environment where I have to take a graded test. And this room was in a community college near my house.

This particular room smelled like old peanut butter crackers and lotion. It was an odd sensation. And 50 years of ergonomics design and study apparently do not preside over security and cheating. I was looking downward, through one of those glass screens built into a table, at a monitor that banged my knees. I’m pretty sure I saw diphtheria in between the keys on the keyboard.

Nonetheless, my hunch-backed cracked-ribs passed the test and now that’s behind me. I didn’t realize what a relief it would be. Turns out, I’m still driven and motivated by proving myself to others. Take THAT, spiritual journey towards oneness. I even studied!

A 41 year old male on a couch with a laptop and notebook on his lap and chest.
Your author, in his preferred study position. There may have been napping involved. Or not. (There was.)

Recovery from the Big V is going well and on schedule. Which means uncomfortable bruising in unfortunate areas but no ice in places where ice belongeth not. And the ribs should be better in a month or so.

I’m on the mend. And so done with testing for a while.