We may have cancer and feel good, or be submitted to substantial disability and suffering without doctors finding any evidence of disease. Medicine gives no acceptable answers to the last situation and arbitrarily appeals to denying the reality of suffering, making the calvary of patients even more unbearable. This blog tries to contribute with the knowledge of the neuronal network, giving a little light to this confusing section of pathology.

Monday, February 21, 2011

The first brain of the day



I’ve already said that there are many brains adapted to each time, place and circumstance. Each brain is a state of connectivity that is deployed by synchronizing the shooting of a group of neuronal junction points (synapses).

The brain of the night, the one of the dreams, is followed by the brain of the start-up, which evaluates the status of the organism in order to start a new day.

After being in a horizontal position and turned off in a minimal space of which we almost never fall, the brain of the start-up turns on the lights of consciousness, opens the way for sensory signals and cognitive flow, for the merged memories of past-present-future, and gives us the perceptive breakfast:

Hunger and urination ...

There is a diligent brain that wants to connect us with the world, with the standing position, work, coffee and toast. It competes with the lazy brain that encourages us to continue sleeping, horizontally ... The  lazy brain projects dreams, fatigue, pessimism. By the inertia of horizontality it imposes the interpretation that the world is moving when we try to sit up and forces us to stay in bed, motionless, taken aback by dizziness.

The brain of transition from the still and horizontal nocturnal cloister of the bed to the vertical and lively of the day, with joints that rub against each other, vertebrae that pinch nerves, muscles that haven’t rested despite being disconnected, still with the hangover of the catastrophism of the dreamed gives the troubled and just woken up individual fatigue, pain, stiffness, ruminant pessimism ...

- I wake up terribly tired, sore, stiff, too weak to face the day. I can’t rest. Maybe the mattress is not adequate. I use a special pillow for the neck but even so ...

- The brain ...

- I don’t think when I’m asleep. It’s not ME...

- The brain of transition ...

Changes, transitions, are sensitive moments in which the brain projects more perceptive, catastrophist errands of alert. It doesn’t matter if the weather, hormones, the year, working days and holidays, jobs, horizontality and verticality, stillness and motion change.


The moment of the turn on of the body’s engine is complicated, not because there is no energy in the muscles, or the joints have rust from the night, or the vertebrae have tightened and compressed the nerves. It's simply a conflict of interests between the brains that promote action and those that penalize and discourage, the ones that show the result of the debate to the individual, either as an asymptomatic animosity in the transition from night to day or with a served breakfast of pessimism.

We have to start working with brain programs from the very first moment of the day. As soon as the brains turn us on, our task begins: projecting rationality and pushing the network that manages us. The first brain of the day is essential. If we don’t know it’s there projecting its fears, we will be drawn by the appearance that those fears are well founded.

The brain that wakes us up prepares the brain that should turn us off at night. It fears that still and plane place in which the bones and joints suffer and muscles don’t rest, and one feels restless.

- I can’t sleep ... and I need to rest ...

The daytime and nighttime brains, the ones that turn us on and off, build circular interpretative alliances, fish that eat their own tail and get fatter instead of disappearing...

The start-up brain prefers that we stay in bed, and the one that turns off our lights wants them to stay on and wants us to get up and move (restless legs syndrome...)

The brains of unease take turns and make days and nights, waking up and sleeping, horizontality and verticality, stillness and movement miserable. They leave no breathing space, time, place or circumstances ...

- It’s a mysterious disease with no solution ... They say it’s the nerves, the years, the past...

The first brain of the day would need a good romp of reality, of constraint.

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