“No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets. And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this earth with envious eyes. And slowly and surely they drew their plans against us.”

Updated for a more contemporary audience, an introduction quite similar to the one above precedes the inevitable in Stephen Spielberg’s latest science fiction film, War of the Worlds.

I saw the new film this past week and it was the introductory words voiced by Morgan Freeman that drew me back to when I first heard something so similar. It was 1978. The words quoted above were spoken by a man who was to become one of my favorite actors, Richard Burton. They are the opening to “Eve of the War” in Jeff Wayne’s musical interpretation of H.G. Wells’ novel The War of the Worlds.

I was seven at the time I heard this album. My good friend Matt had acquired it. His father had been the one to purchase the album almost immediately after it had been released and one night when I was over at Matt’s house I saw the new cover among his family’s record collection and asked to listen to it. I remember being intrigued by the cover art, and the interior artwork of the double LP album. And I remember the album. Particularly I remember Richard Burton’s haunting voice as he would propel the narrative forward in and among the various tracks.

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Impromptu Garage SaleIn all fairness, this should be a story for Whirl to tell. I’m going to tell it anyway. Those of you who may be familiar with where Whirl and I live will remember the apartment building across the street. This building sees a fair amount of traffic, with renters moving in and out often. That is not particularly atypical. This has become less extraordinary in the last ten years with the re-discovery of the entire neighborhood. The more recent development with the various colleges—and the cooperative megalith we call “the Superdorm”—has seen a significant increase in college students in the immediate area. When I attended college I moved several times a year. I do not think that trend has changed. They move a lot.

This brings me to the story. Yesterday, a renter had been forcibly displaced from his home—presumably by his landlord. While not an everyday sort of happening, this is a not uncommon event. I have seen it before many times. And like those many times before, the landlord had expressed his eviction notice by moving his luckless tenant’s belongings out onto the street. This street is the same street faced by our large windows. Our home became front row for what was to transpire next.

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In my last entry, I talked about looking for a series of wins to help with my self-confidence. I am pleased to report that that has happened. The project I was working on that day finished successfully—a little longer than expected, but successful, nonetheless. I have made continual progress on a number of other work projects, as well. And this is in spite of the setbacks – foreseen and unforeseen – that inevitably attach themselves to things like this like leeches: vendors with their heads up their asses; arbitrary changes in the project time-tables; and the constant barrage of tasks of “highest priority”. It seems to me that if you have twenty tasks to do, and all of them are “highest priority” then nothing is a priority. It becomes exceedingly difficult to determine what to do next. Should I chose the wrong task, I run the risk of complications. You see, the Powers That Be can be quite similar to Orwell’s pigs. All tasks are equally high priority; but some are more equal than others. However, the Powers That Be don’t clarify that last point until something catastrophic has occurred that has revealed their failings.

Enough. I’ve said my piece on the topic. I’ve said my piece to the Powers That Be. I’ve said my piece to my fellow workers. And now I’ve said my piece to you. I hope that it has done some good.

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The true peculiarity of philosophy lies in the interesting individuality which is the organic shape that Reason has built for itself out of the materials of a particular age. The particular speculative Reason (of a later time) finds in it spirit of its spirit, flesh of its flesh, it intuits itself in it as one and the same and yet as another living being. Every philosophy is complete in itself, and like an authentic work of art, carries the totality within itself. Just as the work of Apelles or Sophocles would not have appeared to Raphael and Shakespeare — had they ever known them — as mere preparatory studies, but as a kindred force of the spirit, so Reason cannot regard its former shapes as merely useful preludes to itself.

— G. W. F. Hegel, The Difference Between Fichte’s and Schelling’s System of Philosophy

I promised myself that I wasn’t going to devolve this column into a series of complaints and recriminations. And now looking back over what I have written in the past several months, I am coming to the conclusion that that is exactly what I have done. It is troubling.

I am having trouble responding to unforeseen setbacks. Something goes wrong – plumbing, a work process, my sense of balance – and I seem unable to compensate adequately or appropriately. This is disturbing, because my very livelihood is predicated on the need for me to step up and solve unforeseen problems when they arise. Because they will arise. They always do.
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It’s been a long week. The largest majority of my time has been taken up by a series of bizarre problems at work. The element common to each of these problems is the firewall systems we employ. If you do not know what a firewall is exactly, a short definition might run something like this: it’s the chokepoint that regulates what sorts of traffic traverse the boundary between the wild and wooly public-access network and an individual’s or organizations’ private networks. Any (and hopefully all) traffic that moves from one of those networks to the other does so through the firewall. The firewall, in turn, inspects the traffic to see if it is benign or malicious. If benign, it lets it through, sometimes with some cosmetic modifications. If malicious the firewall systems can block the traffic from going out or in. Think of it as a rural county sheriff’s office looking for out-of-state speeders to delay and ticket.

Here’s the abbreviated version of what transpired: the company adminisphere asked my group to add a new feature to our company’s firewall system. We got the instructions from the systems’ manufacturer; we followed them. The system broke.
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It has been approximately a month since I took the battery of neuropsychology tests to help determine if and when and how my injury has affected my ability to do things with my brain. No, I’m not talking about telepathy or pyrokinesis or any such powers. Despite some encouragement to the contrary, those abilities have not manifested. I suspect that they are, in fact, better off inside of a Stephen King novel than my head.

I’m talking about the simultaneously ordinary and amazing things that most human brains do: cognition, perception, emotion, reasoning, language, memory, learning. The big question was: Does Bingo’s brain do these things as well as it did in its premorbid state? I had to read the report a couple times to get past that description, too—premorbid state.

If this experience has taught me anything, it has underlined my belief that psychology is significantly closer to the traditions of divination than those of science as I understand it. Let me pause to mention that I don’t mean to offend any psychologists in the audience. My experience has been that those treating me with a more scientific approach have been considerably more capable in putting my head and life back together than the psychologists. And for that I am more thankful.

For example, at one point I told anyone who would listen that I had severe, recurring headaches. The scientifically-minded took a picture of my brain with a camera they had invented just for that purpose. They found a pool of blood exerting pressure on my frontal lobe. They cut a hole in my skull and siphoned the blood out. The headaches stopped.

The psychology camp asked me to repeat a random series of letters and numbers back to them in alphabetical and numerical order. This did not help. As further evidence against the psychologists I present this item: merely recalling the previously mentioned neuropsychology exams gives me a headache.

So when I went in to get my results on Tuesday, I was not particularly surprised at what they told me. Most of the test results corresponded closely to what I have been able to observe in my day-to-day life. My perception, cognition and problem-solving skills all scored highly—particularly on those tests that were verbally based. There was a small, but repeatable and statistically significant break in these scores when the tests were repeated in a non-verbal manner. This disparity was even more noticeable in the results of the memory tests.
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I’ve been back to work for three weeks. I think things are starting to catch up with me. When I first came back to work, I was excited about the possibility of getting back into the routine of things. I had been out for a long time. But more than that, I had been excited by the promise that I might return to something close to “normal” – the clichéd light at the end of the tunnel.

I think I believed that things were normal, when I came back. At least certainly after I had put the memories of the neuropsychology test battery out of my mind I was doing a pretty good job of thinking I has recovered completely.

I don’t think I can still say that. More and more, I am noticing the types of symptoms about which my doctors and therapists had talked to me at length. In most of the cases the symptoms do not seem to be having a strong effect on my day-to-day life. But they are there. I am aware of them. Memory problems, headaches, lack of attention, contending with large amounts of stimuli, fatigue, anger, and anomia: these things are with me, now.

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So as it turns out – and you might have gleaned from the title of this entry – the test I took on Tuesday was not the Halstead-Reitan test. After doing all the get-to-know-you parts of the interview before the test, my psychologist asked me if I had any questions about the test. So I took the opportunity to ask him if that was, in fact, what was going on. He laughed a little bit. I think I caught him off guard with the question as he responding by asking whether I had done research on the subject or something. I admitted that I had, and that was the name that kept coming up and seemed to fit the description I had been given by my therapists.

He set me straight. It turns out that the Halstead-Reitan test was developed almost fifty years ago with the goal of determining where in the brain injury or disease damage might have occurred. At the time, this was a useful thing to know and there were few non-intrusive ways to determine it. Now most neurologists rely on CT and MRI scans to do that work for them – more quickly and more accurately. There are still psychologists who see the Halstead-Reitan test as ‘the one true test’ (his words, not mine), but most psychologists have moved away from it to concern themselves with working on behaviors and skills rather than focusing on what is basically a medical diagnosis. What these psychologists find important is determining problems with cognition or memory, recognition or attention. My psychologist understandably found himself firmly in that latter camp: I don’t need to know where the injury is; what I need to know is how it affects his life. My life, as it turns out.

In the end, he conceded that some of the tests I was to take had been derived from the Halstead-Reitan battery. Of course, he did not tell me which ones.

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Today is my second day back at the office. I came in and worked a full day on Friday, had the weekend off and am now back today. I won’t be back in until Wednesday, however. Tomorrow I will spend most of the day talking with neuropsychologists and completing the Halstead-Reitan Neuropsychological Test Battery. Yeah. Six hours of testing to make sure that my brain works correctly.

The pessimistic side of me is looking at this test battery and saying to myself, “No good news can come of this.” I mean I’m already back at work and doing pretty well with that. I’ve made some good strides in the other areas. I haven’t seen anything overly strange with respect to my reasoning ability or general cognition. I have noticed an increase in anomia — difficulty in finding the right words or names – and am working to rectify that as best I can. But that is really about it as far as the things the test is looking at goes.

The optimistic side of me looks at the test and says to myself, “Well, at least we’ll know and be able to maybe treat it or at least work around it more easily.” For example, if the test were to show that I had suffered a loss in my ability to concentrate or my short term memory, my therapists explained that I might teach myself ways to work around that – writing things down and the like.

I’m still grappling with what has happened to me. At the same time I get angry about the damage, the strange behaviors – the missing days! – the same time I get angry about that, I struggle to try and understand what it means for me moving forward.

I just want things back the way they were before. – And I know that’s something I can’t have.

St. Patrick’s Day news came in the form of an approval by my neurosurgeon to return to work. Earlier this week I had been discharged from out-patient therapy. They said I’d made the sort of recovery one just does not see with that type of injury. What type of injury is that, exactly? Well, now after all of this, I can tell you with some degree of understanding.

There are three general bits of information most commonly used to evaluate the severity of a head injury: Glasgow Coma Score, time spent unconscious, and a CT or MRI score.

The GCS was devised by doctors to assess head trauma and, importantly, to help keep track of patients’ progress over a period of time. The scale is comprised of three tests: one for eyes, one for verbal response and one for motor response. The three values separately as well as their sum are considered. The lowest possible GCS (the sum) is 3 (deep coma) whilst the highest is 15 (fully awake person). When this test was first administered to me in the emergency room, I scored a 7.

Doctors use time spent unconscious to rate the severity of a head injury. Generally speaking, longer time spent unconscious means a more severe injury. Anything over about twenty-five (25) minutes is considered at least a moderate injury. In my case I was knocked out at the scene, and stayed that way for at least a couple days. At some point I started to wake up, but the doctors decided it was best to keep me in a drug-induced coma for a longer period of time, to aid the recovery. All together I was in that coma for nine days.

CT and MRI scans are often employed to examine the brain and skull. It is possible for nothing to show on these scan and for a patient to have symptoms of a brain injury. But usually, if a scan shows a hematoma or other type of injury the likelihood of brain injury symptoms also occurring grows considerably. In my case, a large subdural hematoma was clearly visible on the first CT scan.

About that time is when they drilled into my skull to try and reduce it.

So, the initial diagnosis — which does not change — is that of a severe traumatic brain injury. Serious stuff. Whirl had several conversations with doctors about long-term care for me. But I seem to have broken the odds. Most of the symptoms I was suffering — and it was a long list, let me tell you — are now gone. What ones I’m still experiencing, are certainly at a level where they’re not interfering with a normal day. At least not most of the time. I can walk and talk. I can even do those things at the same time. My sense of balance that had been knocked for a loop is steadily returning thanks to some rigorous therapy and a double set of exercises I do.

So here I am. I shouldn’t be here. But here I am. — And I got to tell you, it’s good to be here.

We’ll see how work goes, tomorrow.