Welcome to my blog, everyone. My name is Dorothy Gale, you know, from The Wizard of Oz. I’m going to use this blog to vent my feelings. The whole experience of being lifted by a tornado and encountering a society in a small village was, to say the least, unfortunate. I may have appeared to be enjoying the people I met, like the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow, but I truly did not.
Let’s start with the Cowardly Lion (whom I hope will never read this). He must have had a problem with his amygdala, as you could tell. The amygdala is a “lima-bean” size neural cluster in the limbic system that influences aggression and fear. And we all know he had a tremendous problem with fear. I tried to solve this, which took a great amount of time and effort. Instead, I could have electrically stimulated this area, which would in turn cause the Lion to be aggressive and no longer with the title of the “Cowardly Lion.” His cerebellum must have been corrupt, too. It’s located at the back of the brain and helps judge time, modulate emotions and discriminate sounds and texture. While out searching for the Wizard of Oz, he never knew what time of day it was; which believe me, became quite annoying. Along the way, his emotions were so extremely “girly”, for lack of a better world. He was always crying and I was getting sick of it.
Next is the Tin Man. Oh, the Tin Man who lacks a heart. He was quite the intelligent man, however, he was having issues with his frontal lobe. He was always so jerky and “robotic” with no smooth muscle movement. The parietal lobe was sensitive also; a simple touch of the “tin” made him blush. His body position was often off due to the malfunction in the parietal lobe. Surprisingly, the association area in his brain was highly skilled. Learning, remembering, thinking and speaking came quite easily for him. This is why he always felt a slight emptiness because he had no “thought of love”, which is why he knew he had no heart.
You can’t forget about the Scarecrow. What I can say about him. He simply… doesn’t have a brain. He lacks the basic need of what it takes to be human. Although the Scarecrow has not brain, he must have a brainstem to survive. The brainstem is at the base of the brain beginning where the spinal chord enters the skull. It is responsible for automatic survival functions. He also must have a medulla because it controls his breathing and heartbeat. Something that he did lack was his thalamus. He had absolutely no skill in seeing, hearing, tasting, and touching. Since his thalamus was missing, he basically was a walking vegetable; barely able to do anything properly. Controlling his body and processing information was also a problem with the Scarecrow. The ultimate control and information-processing center, the cerebral cortex, was missing. Therefore, going to see the Wizard was an absolute must in order to fix this poor creature.
Whew, now that I got all that out, I better go help Auntie Anne in the garden. I can hear her calling for me with the help of my temporal lobes. I helped everyone in that little village with their problems, yet no one is around in my time of need. Next time a house lands on someone, I won’t be there because my hippocampus stored the memory of these ungrateful little munchkins.
