I have been told many times that I was brainless, or brain dead, so I decided to have a closer look and see if my accusers were correct. My first conclusion was that if I was brain dead then I wouldn’t feel any pain when I investigated, the same applies to being brainless of course!
I stood with a large mirror in front, and one behind, and made a large incision across my cranium. I made a large one just in case---
Well there was certainly something there and obviously now I had to proceed with caution. To dissect, I had to remove first, and even I knew that if I damaged my Medulla Oblongata, my respiration, heartbeat, strength and blood pressure would be in deep trouble. I had obviously to take great care of the brain stem!
I removed and dissected the Cerebellum first; this controls muscular and limb movement, as I am sure you will know. I proceeded very slowly. Obviously I had to be able to put it back together later.
Next was the Cerebrum, all sorts of things happened then; I started to cry when I remembered all the bad behaviour that I thought I had might have been involved in. It was a good job that I had two bits of Cerebrum---because one of them fell on the floor, and I couldn’t remember what it looked like, or where it had gone.
I then decided to investigate the Synapses and Neurotransmitters to see if I could find out why, when I told myself to do something, I usually did it wrong, tripped up, or got things the wrong way round.
By now I was feeling extremely confident, and decided to risk it and go for the Cerebral Cortex. This of course is the real grey matter, and in higher mammals, (don’t know if that includes me I am 5-11) it develops folds in unassigned areas. These folds represent intelligence, personality, and higher mental faculties. I didn’t expect to find much here; and I was right--even though I had a good poke round. I then dissected the two small areas at the left side of the brain that I knew were to do with languages. When I opened up, I found all these bloody French, Spanish, and German words all mixed up together. No wonder I always had trouble speaking them. The English words were in a different place; and were all very short. There wasn't a great deal of them either I'm afraid!
I then dissected the Brocas’s area (speech) this didn’t seem to have much inside which probably explains why I talk such rubbish. Next I chopped into Wernicke’s section, this as you are no doubt all aware (being smart asses) is the bit to do with comprehension of the spoken and written word. Needless to say I found nothing of interest in this bit.
Now I had a right bloody mess on my hands, but never the less I set about trying to put it all back together. It took me a few hours—I was working through a mirror remember. I now realise that I must have put it all back in the wrong way round. When I try to lift my left arm, my right one comes up, and when I try to walk with my left foot first, my right leg leaps out----
Mais allus ist richtig avec mio abla el parabla Espania und das Francais avec el deautch ich denka! Did I get that right?
I of course have one big advantage now, because if anybody attempts that frontal lobotomy that I have been threatened with on numerous occasions, I will bet my bottom dollar they go in at the wrong place.
© Gerald Finlay, 2003, All Rights Reserved.
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