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But about my brain, or rather its interface to the rest of my body. As I observed earlier those drugs were made for treating mental illness (schizophrenia, depression, bipolar disorder, etc) and I was not affected by any of those. I was being treated for a kidney injury inflicted by Hospital A, remember? Because of the presumption of a brain injury I was never free of that cocktail of drugs from the time before I arrived at Hospital C, and no accurate evaluation (had a competent doctor been available) was made.

So the doctor at Hospital C was using various drugs to keep me unconscious. Why sedatives and tranquilizers were not used is a mystery to me. I suppose I could ask the good doctor should I ever happen to meet him. Instead he used various drugs designed to rewire the brain. Given that brains that are believed to need such treatment often end up worse they were to begin with, doing it to a perfectly normal brain should be a criminal offense.

I remember a television commercial some years back, with an egg being broken and dumped into a hot skillet. You may remember it, the 'this is your brain on drugs' commercial. My brain, or more precisely its connection to the rest of my body is a bit like that egg.

What happens when you try to rewire a brain that doesn't need it? Well, your brain is more complex than the most complex computer network in existence. Including the entire Internet. Here's the 'brain' of a small network. I've built them and know something about them.


See all that stuff? Computers, switches, firewalls, routers. That's the brain of a network like the one I described earlier. Those computers talk to one another, and to dozens or hundreds or even thousands of workstations around the building, and to others outside. And while much communications is done wirelessly, inside the building it's mostly using cables. That's the front view.



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