Phin you're a Grump

So people try and tell me I'm grumpy all the time now. Well you get a big rod shot thru your head and that's bound to make you a bit crabby wouldn't you say. I mean you don't need to be a fuckin genius to understand something like that is sure to ruin a day or 2.

So now some scientist says its ok to be crabby and stuff. Like its good for you. Scientist says grumpy people pay attention to stuff, and might even do whatever they're supposed to do even better. Tell that to the bastard who fired me cause he said something about a mood problem or something. Like being angry was all bad

Click on the title Phin you're a Grump for a link to the article from Scientific American

Can I Find A Job

Seems like everybody is making some money off of me these days. And all I want is for things to go back to the way they were. Just working the way things used to be. Yeah I get it I'm different. This is what that Dr. Harlow who treated me said. Lots of big words I think he thinks I'm outta my mind.

Gage was fitful, irreverent, indulging at times in the grossest profanity (which was not previously his custom), manifesting but little deference for his fellows, impatient of restraint or advice when it conflicts with his desires, at times pertinaciously obstinate, yet capricious and vacillating, devising many plans of future operations, which are no sooner arranged than they are abandoned in turn for others appearing more feasible.

So I'm not sure what all that stuff means. But I think he's saying is I'm kind of not to be trusted or something. But all I think about is working. Just a job . Just sometimes I feel like I get in my own way. But can't figure out why.

Map o brain

Somebody told me probably it was my frontal lobe got pierced thru by that tamping iron.
Don't know.

But this map sure makes you get a sense of the neighborhood.

These guys here made this brain map. And other stuff.

Such dirty words-

Yeah I got some dirty words. Oh they say Phineas ever since you got your head run thru with that poker, you're like a new man. A different man.

You curse all the time you say whatever you want you don't make sense you yell you scream and you're so nasty sometimes. Well I don't know much bout all this brain stuff but I know I'm sure different. Got these ideas in my head that race around. Words that come flying like they're being chased by the devil himself.

But you try getting a pole thru your head like in this picture here. And see if it doesn't change you. Hell I've got a reason to say bad words. Wanna hear some I know?

Walk Like an Egyptian

So you think I had it rough? Brain surgery in 1848. No big deal.
Turns out the Egyptians were doing it.
This is a photo of something called the Edwin Smith Papyrus
From the 16th Century BC.
Oldest known surgical record. Describes head injuries and how to treat them. Described parts of the brain. How to close up wounds- wonder what they'd have done with me and the big crater in my skull.

Phineas o Phineas

Bout time I set the record straight for everybody cause there's been a lot of stuff said about me. Sure this rod went thru my head. Yep pretty scary. One minute I'm just a railroad foreman laying the bed for the Rutland and Burlington Rail Road in Cavendish, Vermont and the next minute bam this explosion like you never saw and damn if the blasted tamping iron doesnt come hurling thru my face like some kinda spear from hell.

And all the way thru from the left side of my face clear thru my head. That's the kinda thing that will mess up your day. Lots of your days.

Now here's a picture everyone loves to show but it's kinda fake. Cause that rod pierced me like a hot rocket and went all the way thru and clear out the other side.







And this is the damn rod. Some joker's got it a museum or something like a freakin trophy. But here it is. What was i that guy said, somethin about thy rod and staff? I can't remember. Well I can't remember a lot of stuff since the 13 of Sept in 1848.

But I remember some things. And I know some things and I'm gonna be posted em here at this blog. Brain things and mind things. Cause eveybody keeps saying O Phineas poor Phineas what the hell happened to you. You are just not the same. But I'm here. And I'm gonna be here. And I'm gonna narrate this blog for now. Cause you need to know some things too. Till I'm not here