"A special, specialist...."
Know what that is from? Jeff Dunham asking Achmed, the dead terrorist, what kind of terrorist he is...."A terrifying, terrorist...."
Anyhoo....It's May 26th and I'm getting promoted to Police Specialist, finally! When I took the test back in March, it was all I wanted. After studying for 9 months last time, only to be 4th on the list, when only 3 were promoted, I had a big vendetta against it. There was no way I wasn't going to get it this time. Studied for at least 6 months this time...got 4 points higher than last time, too. I was pretty darn happy.
Then April came and the promotion wasn't what I wanted most. I wanted to be able to walk to the bathroom by myself. Read without getting dizzy. Not have to use a walker. And drive. Luckily, God is great and I got all of those and the promotion!
But, on the morning of the promotion, I'm realizing what stress and nerves do to someone with MS. I stayed at my southern home (Renee and Tim's house) the night before. She started driving that night, I think I was scaring her a bit. Frankly, I was starting to scare myself, so I was quite happy to hand over the keys to her.
That morning as I was getting ready for the ceremony, my hands were shaking out of control and I was so dizzy. I had read how things can affect the disease, but it really hit home when Renee had to pull me out of the path of 2 cars and I fell off of the steps at the Academy. Nice. It wasn't like I didn't attract enough attention, since I was the only one who couldn't wear the dress uniform and that little cane that holds me up....
It was a nice ceremony. Most of my family and several friends came. And when I found out we had to say a few words after we were sworn in, I got to use my line, "Well, I always said I had a big brain, now I have the test scores and the MRI films to prove it." I am such a dork....
But no matter....I'm promoted, got to keep the "159" part of my badge number and we had Mexican food for lunch.
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