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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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No Doctor I Do Not Need Sleep

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.