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Twelve days of sleep deprivation has thrown
Aunt Zee into full blown manic.
And it did not help that a young
cute female doctor who was trying
to please, wanted her to get to
drive to Omaha for Easter, so
she gave her a triple dose of
Predezone, which is maybe
not something you give to
Aunt Zee.  Aunt Zee who
was known to be put down
hard as an Elephant-Moose
hit by a hire-powered after
an eighth of an aspirin.

So...
It’s either open-mouthed, 
wild deep-throat sobbing or
head thrown backwards on the floor
full open mouthed scream-laughing
that goes on for hours, in a rather
unusually LOUD and PROUD OF
EVERY CELL kind of way. Did i
mention there is also keenful 
wailing that would have made 
Patty Duke Aspen’ Helen Keller
look like a Stepford wife-daughter. 

Zee was walking around in public,
pretending to be okay, crying loudly
or GUFFFAWING around dendrites
that were happily creating poems, plays,
books, and art stuff that was zinging out
in all directions, but secretly. It was rather
difficult to keep some of this under control
while letting lose with the other stuff.

It was 1:30 a.m. Zee had not been this
tired since moving days; there were lots
of them. Just name one. It doesn't matter.
Moving day weeks were the last time her
eyes were glassified like this, and her brain
was firing great ideas and her mouth was
silent laughing and loud laughing and really
full-blown laughing to HIDE the fact that
she was CRYING inside. A big big cry.

Zee looked in the mirror, expecting to
see her eyes falling out of their sockets
onto her breasts at any second. She
did not look anywhere near as tired as
she thought she would. She had to have
her husband drive her around now, because
she was SO MAD at the TRAFFIC; UFO MAD!

Aunt Zee was no newcomer to pain.
She'd had her fair chair of SHUT UPS and
YOU'RE AN IDIOT and YOU ARE RETARDED,
so many actually, that by the time she
went to school she truly knew that she'd
best keep her REAL ME a secret. For if someone
discovered it, who would play with her?
NO ONE!

This is in the days that calling someone retarded
was generally accepted as just something fun to do.
Before we came up with the word bully many of us were
already living with some. Especially in large families.
The instant an older sibling or cousin discovered something fun-mean to
say or do to the youngers, the younger ones were experimented  upon.
Being the youngest of the eight siblings, Zee knew that
it was best to find a place to hide and stay there when the 
siblings were sing-songing her.She was hiding in cupboards
before she was a full grown two.

Nothing could push Zee pushing and screaming into full-blown
panic mode when she heard these sing-songy voices, "Come on out, HONEY, we aren't going to hurt you!"almost always meant they were.

Zee's newest latest, cutest, oldest, youngest, sassiest, meanest
Doctor had prescribed Predezone so she could breathe. Luckily  her
retired doctor, the one she trusted was on call in the emergency room 
on Saturday night. He was horrified she had been taken off Predezone cold turkey. "That combined with lack of sleep must
Have thrown you into full-blown mania," He said. You think?
The tears were really coming now.

Sleeping pills were prescribed, and guess what, folks? They worked!
Zee slept 2 hours and twenty minutes last night, and another hour
this morning! It's 2:09 a.m. and Zee is so optimistic and happy and
zingy-zongy upbeat until her siblings and her cousin, and her family
arrive.
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