A Toothy Story Emojis & Text

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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 1 แดกแด€ส€ษดษชษดษข: ส™สŸแดแดแด… & ๊œฑแดœส€ษขแด‡ส€ส "But, why? Karen they're not even hurting or growing in, yet!" "It's preventative, Sheldon; the x-ray showed potential crowding." Karen responds to her husband, Plankton. It's the night before his wisdom teeth extraction, and she knew he's nervous. Sheldon Plankton sighs, running his tongue over his back molars, feeling the gums where the wisdom teeth lurk beneath the surface. But it does little to distract from the looming dental appointment tomorrow morning. He looks at his wife, Karen, whose screen filled with understanding. She's always been the level-headed one, calming him during their most turbulent times. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Karen says, stroking his forehead gently, "You'll be under anesthesia. You won't feel a thing. It'll be like a little nap, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." They go to bed, as they'll have to get up early. Plankton's always been a light sleeper, usually the last to fall asleep and/or first to wake. The anticipation of the morning's dental procedure keeps him tossing and turning. The digital clock on the nightstand clicks over to 2 AM, its red digits glowing like an accusation. Karen has to take him in three hours... Karen's awake at 4:45. Plankton lay beside her snoring gently. She gently shakes him. "Plankton," she whispers, "it's time to get up." He stirs, groaning softly, eye fluttering open to the dim room. "Ugh.." Karen smiles softly, "Come on, honey, we've got to get going. The sooner we're there, the sooner it's over." With a heavy sigh, Plankton gets up. The drive to the dentist's office is tense and quiet. The soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional streetlight flickering outside are the only sounds that accompany them through the desolate early morning streets. They arrive at the clinic, a modern building with sleek glass walls that reflect the pre-dawn light. Plankton's heart thumps in his chest as he follows Karen inside. The receptionist, a cheery woman named Becky, greets them with a smile that seems almost painfully bright at this hour. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Plankton!" she chirps. Plankton nods, trying to match her energy, but his nerves betray him. "You're here for your wisdom teeth, right?" Becky asks, typing away on her keyboard. Plankton nods again, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him. He's never been a fan of the dentist, but this was a whole new level of dental dread. Karen notices this and squeezes his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry," Becky says, noticing his distress, "Dr. Marlin is the best. And our anesthesia is top-notch. You won't feel a thing." Plankton tries to smile, but it comes out more as a grimace. "You'll be so relaxed you won't even know what's happening. It's like a dreamless sleep. You'll wake up with four less teeth and a much more comfortable mouth!" She leads them through the hallway, the smell of antiseptic strengthening with each step. The walls are adorned with soothing seascape paintings, an obvious attempt to put patients at ease. Plankton's heart rate doesn't decrease, but he appreciates the effort. They enter the surgery room. The chair is more like a recliner. Dr. Marlin, a friendly-looking octopus, enters the room, his tentacles holding a clipboard. "Good morning," he says in a soothing tone. "Ready to get those wisdom teeth out?" Karen kisses him on the forehead and whispers, "You got this." Plankton nods, trying to convince himself. The doctor explains the procedure one last time, his tentacles gesturing to the various tools laid out on the tray. The nurse, a clownfish named Nina, starts to prep him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We're going to give you something to bite down on to keep your mouth open," Nina says, holding up a plastic mouth prop. It looks like a small version of an L-shaped building block. Plankton nods again. The chair reclines back and the overhead light shines down, casting harsh shadows on the ceiling tiles. Karen squeezes his hand once more before stepping aside as Dr. Marlin and Nina get to work. The anesthesia is administered, and the room starts to blur. Plankton feels his body go slack, the fear giving way to a sudden calm. He hears Karen's voice, faintly, saying, "See you..." And then, darkness. Karen feels his hand go limp in hers as the anesthesia takes hold. She watches as Dr. Marlin's tentacles swirl around Plankton's open mouth. The nurse, Nina, holds a small syringe filled with a clear liquid, which she carefully administers into his gums. Plankton's body relaxes further, and he starts to snore as they prod his numb gums, all while he's remaining asleep. The surgery goes by in a blur for Karen, who sits in the chair next to him, holding his hand. She can hear the sounds of the extraction tools, but she focuses on his peaceful breathing and the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. The room is cool, the sterile smell of the surgery room comforting in its own way. As the extraction begins, Plankton doesn't stir. The doctor's tentacles move with practiced precision, each tug and pull a dance of surgical skill. Nina stands by, her eyes focused on the monitors, ensuring his vital signs remain stable. The first tooth is out. Karen can't help but look away at the sound of bone cracking, despite the doctor's assurance that Plankton can't feel it. Her eyes water, but she quickly wipes the tears away, not wanting to alarm the already unconscious Plankton. She glances at the clock. Only twenty minutes have passed. Dr. Marlin strokes Plankton's antennae. Nina nods along, her attention mostly on Plankton. The second tooth is extracted with slightly more resistance. The doctor's tentacles tug gently, applying the right amount of pressure. Karen squeezes his hand. "It's okay," she whispers, though she's not sure if he can hear. The third tooth is the most stubborn, requiring the use of a pair of forceps that make a sound like a tiny car wreck. Plankton's body jerks slightly but he remains unconscious. The doctor and nurse work in harmony, their movements so swift and coordinated that they almost seem like a dance. The fourth tooth is the quickest to come out, as if it knew it was the last stand and gave up without a fight. Dr. Marlin nods to Nina, who begins to suture Plankton's gums. The needle pierces through the swollen flesh with a sound that makes Karen cringe, but Plankton doesn't react at all. She watches as Nina's nimble fins guide the thread with the care of a master embroiderer, stitching the flaps of gum back together. Plankton's snoring remains steady as they suture his numb gums. Nina's fin deftly weaves the thread, each stitch a silent promise of a pain-free future. The tension in the room slowly dissolves with each completed suture. They use dissolvable stitches, so they use more anesthesia to numb the inside of the gums before stitching them up completely. Dr. Marlin steps back, wiping his tentacles with a towel. "All done," he says with a smile. The doctor rinses Plankton's numb mouth with saline of any excess blood or debris, and Karen notices the transformation: his tense jaw relaxes, his breathing deepens, and his usually active antennae are still, as if he's sunk into the deepest of slumbers.
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 3 Moments later, a groan escapes Plankton as he starts to stir, his eye fluttering open. "Hey, how's it going?" Karen asks him. "Mmm?" he mumbles, his voice thick as his eye flutters. "The surgery's over," she tells him, keeping her voice low and soothing. "We're just waiting for you to wake up properly before we go home." "Mmph," is all that comes out. Karen laughs gently, wiping his numb mouth. Plankton's eye blinks. "W-what?" He slurs. "You're okay," she repeats, smoothing his antennae. "You had your wisdom teeth out. They're all gone. You're in recovery." Plankton tries to speak. "Mmh... mmf... m-much?" Karen chuckles. "You'll feel better soon." Plankton's mouth feels like it's filled with wet cotton. He tries to form words, his tongue clumsy against the numbness. "Wh-wha?" Karen laughs gently, her screen sparkling with love and amusement. "You just had surgery." Plankton blinks, trying to focus. "Gah?" he attempts, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen laughs softly, her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, just take it easy." "Mmph... m-more?" Plankton slurs. Karen's eyes widen with surprise and laughter. "No, honey, all four are out. You're all done." "Mm-hmm?" He tries again, his voice a mere vibration in his throat. The nurse, Nina, smiles at him, her eyes crinkling with kindness. "You're doing great, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle melody that seems to soothe his jumbled thoughts. "Just a little while longer and you'll be feeling more like yourself." He nods, his movements sluggish, his antennae flopping slightly. "Mmh... mmf," he mumbles again, his eye searching hers for clarity. Karen nods and smiles, understanding his unspoken question. "You're okay. The surgery went well. We just need to wait for the anesthesia to wear off." Karen leans in closer, her voice a lifeline in the sea of confusion. "You can't eat solids for a few days. But we've got plenty of smoothies and soups at home. You're going to love it." "K-Karen?" He croaks, his voice barely audible. She nods, smiling, her screen still filled with love and concern. "Wh-what... thine?" He slurs, his speech still slurred by the lingering effects of the anesthesia. Karen glances at the clock on the wall. "It's early," she says. "Don't worry about it." Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind grasping for coherence. "M-morning?" He mumbles, his eyes searching the room. The nurse, Nina, nods, her smile reassuring. "Yep, it's morning. The surgery's done. You're all set, Mr. Plankton." "I... I had... had... had surgery?" he asks, his speech still thick. Karen nods, her smile warm. "Yes, you did. Dr. Marlin said it went really well." "W-where's the... the... the...?" His words are slurred, and he can't quite remember what he was trying to ask. "Hmm?" He says, noticing Becky the receptionist. Karen nods. "The dentist took them out. Your mouth will feel a bit funny for a while, but it's all over." Plankton's eye widen in comprehension, and he attempts to smile, drool escaping his numb lips. "Mmph... m-mouth," he says, his voice a pitiful excuse for speech. Karen laughs, her worry melting into relief. "You're okay," she repeats. "Just give it some time. Your mouth will get back to normal soon." "Mmph... mmf... m-morning Becky," Plankton tries to greet the receptionist as she walks by, his voice barely a whisper. She laughs lightly, her cheerfulness a stark contrast to the post-surgery haze that hangs over him. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton. How are you feeling?" Becky's words float around him like bubbles in the sea, each one popping with a burst of understanding as his mind starts to clear. "Mmh... mm... m-morning," he mumbles. He tries to sit up straighter. Karen helps him, her movements quick and sure. "M-mouth..." Plankton's words are still slurred, but he's trying his best to communicate. The nurse, Nina, laughs gently. "Your mouth will feel funny for a bit," she says, "But it'll get better." Karen watches as Plankton's eyes try to focus on her. "Mmf... home?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. She nods, smiling. "As soon as you're ready to go." He nods, his antennae waving weakly. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals one more time before nodding to Becky, the receptionist. "Looks like he's coming around," Becky says, scribbling something on a clipboard. "You guys can go once you're ready."
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 4 Plankton's mind is a swirl of confusion, but he feels the weight of relief in Karen's touch. "Don't worry, Plankton," she says, smiling at him. "You're okay. You just had a little nap." He tries to speak again, his tongue feeling like it's made of marshmallows. "Nap?" he slurs. The nurse, Nina, nods. "You were out cold, Mr. Plankton. We had to wake you up." Plankton's eye widen, and his antennae quiver. "Mm, nap," he mumbles, trying to form sentences through the fog. Karen laughs, her hand still in his. "Yes, a very deep nap. You've had a wisdom tooth extraction, remember?" He nods, his movements sluggish. "Ow...?" he says, his hand reaching up to his mouth. Karen grabs his hand before he can touch the gauze. "No, no," she says, her voice still gentle. "Let them heal. No touching." Nina, the nurse, chuckles. "It's normal for the mouth to feel funny after the surgery. It's all part of the process." Plankton's antennae wiggle, his mind still in a daze. "Mm, funny," he murmurs, trying to form a coherent thought. Karen wipes at his mouth with a tissue, catching the last of his drool. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll feel better soon," she says, her laughter a gentle melody in the stillness of the room. Nina, the nurse, checks his vitals again. "Looks like you're coming around," she says to Plankton. "Just a bit longer and then we'll get you home." Plankton's mouth moves slowly, his words a jumble. "Tee...th...hurt?" he slurs. Karen shakes her head, smiling despite her own nerves. "No, not yet, Plankton. The numbness will wear off by tomorrow." The nurse, Nina, nods. "He's right, Mr. Plankton. You're all fixed up. No more teeth to worry about." Plankton's eye finally focus on her. "Teef...goog?" he mumbles. Karen nods, her smile growing wider. "Very good," she says. "You did so well." The nurse, Nina, laughs lightly. "It's normal for the mouth to feel weird afterward." Plankton's eye glaze over, his eyelid heavy. He tries to lift his hand to touch his mouth again, but Karen gently holds it back. "Let it be, Plankton. No poking." He looks at her, his gaze confused, a mix of sleepiness and bewilderment. "Tee...th?" he mumbles, his mouth a wet mess of gauze and drool. Karen laughs softly, her eyes shining with affection. "Don't worry, you're okay." Plankton's antennae wave erratically as he tries to sit up again. Nina quickly intervenes, pushing his shoulders back down. "Easy there," she says, "You're not quite ready yet." Karen giggles, enjoying the rare sight of her usually energetic husband so out of sorts. "M-mouth...sho...bith," Plankton slurs, his words a slurred mess. Nina, the nurse, chuckles. "It's the anesthesia, Mr. Plankton." Karen laughs, wiping his mouth with a gentle hand. "It's okay, you're just sleepy. Your mouth will feel normal again soon." Plankton's eye half-closed, his antennae waving lazily. "Karen?" he mumbles. "Tish me?" Karen laughs, her voice like a soothing wave. "It's okay, you're all tucked in." She adjusts his blanket, his body still weak from the anesthesia. Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind swimming in a sea of cotton-like confusion. "Wh-wha...?" he slurs, his eye struggling to stay open. Karen wipes his mouth with a tissue. "You're at the dentist, love. You had your wisdom teeth taken out." "D-denth-tith?" he managed to mumble. Karen laughs, her voice light and airy. "Wisdom teeth, Plankton," she corrects him gently. "They're all gone now. No more worrying." His eye close again, his lashes fluttering. "Wis...them?" he mumbles. "Yeah, the ones that were going to crowd your mouth." The nurse, Nina, laughs. "He's still not with us," she says, shaking her head. Plankton's mouth opens again, and out comes a string of nonsense. "M-m-muffins," he mumbles, his eye still half-closed. Karen's laughter fills the room. "What about muffins?" she asks, playing along. "Firsh...bath thine," he slurs, his thoughts a jumble. Nina, the nurse, can't help but laugh too. "It's the anesthesia," she reminds Karen. "It'll wear off soon." Karen nods, her smile never leaving her face. "I know, I know," she says, wiping at her own tears of mirth. "But he's so adorable like this." Plankton giggles. "How many fingers did the...denth-tith eat?" he asks, his voice a mix of sleepiness and confusion. Karen's laughter fills the room like the chime of a bell. "What are you talking about?" she asks, wiping his mouth. "No fingers, Plankton." "Mm, good," he mumbles, his eye trying to focus. "Becauthe... the denth-tith wike magi...th." Karen's laughter is a warm embrace in the cool, clinical room. "No, Plankton, not magic," she says, "It's just the medicine." He blinks, his eye trying to focus on her. "M-m-magic?" he slurs, his voice a slurred melody. "Tish me." Karen laughs, her hand still in his. "It's not magic, sweetie," she says, her voice like a gentle breeze. "You're just really sleepy." Plankton nods slowly, his eye still not fully open. "M-magic," he murmurs, his voice trailing off. "Tish me more." Karen laughs, her heart warming at his antics. "No more, Plankton," she says, her voice like a melody. "You're all set." Plankton's antennae droop, his voice barely a whisper. "B-but... I wanth moh." His words are slurred, his tongue thick. Karen laughs, her hand still in his. "No more, love," she says, her voice a soft caress. "You're all done. No more teeth to worry about." Plankton's antennae droop even more. "B-but...I wath...wath..." He tries to form words, but his mouth won't cooperate. Karen wipes his mouth again, trying to hide her amusement. "What, sweetie?" she asks, her voice a gentle tease. "What do you want?" "Huh," he murmurs, his eye half-closed. "The denth-tith thad I can eat all the...muf-muf..." his voice fades as his lid flutter shut. Karen giggles, wiping his mouth again. "Muffins?" she asks, her voice a playful dance. "Is that what you want?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind still in a haze. "No," he mumbles, his eyelid fighting gravity. "Muff...muf...mu..." his voice trails off as his breathing deepens, his body succumbing to the anesthesia's lingering embrace.
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 8 Outside the door, Hanna's smile is a sad reflection of the sea. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice a quiet ripple. "I didn't mean to upset him." Karen's eyes are like a calm lagoon, her voice a soothing tide. "It's not your fault, Hanna," she says. "He's just in pain and tired, and he's more of an introvert. Let's give him space." They move to the living room, their voices a gentle murmur of whispers. Plankton, alone with his thoughts, feels his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He can't believe he snored, let alone in front of someone. He tries to sit up again, but the pain in his jaw reminds him of the surgery. The books and phone on the nightstand beckon like distant lighthouses in a foggy night. He picks up the phone, his thumbs fumbling over the screen. He decides to check his social media, to find he's tagged by @ Hanna in a post.. He views it to find the selfie he doesn't even know existed. "What in barnacles.." He's drooling in the picture with gauze in his swelling cheeks, up next to Hanna. "Visiting Karen! Featuring @ Plankton ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿ’Š" Hanna put as the caption. Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as he goes to the comment section. The first one's from @ Squilliam : "Looks like someone had a tooth extraction party and forgot to send me an invite ๐Ÿ˜‚" Plankton's antennae quiver with irritation. "Who is this guy?" he grumbles, his voice a distant thunder. The next one's from @ LarryLobster: "๐Ÿ˜‚ I know that feel, bro. Get well soon!" Plankton's eye narrows, his antennae twitching. Then @ Patrick : "You look so funny, Plankton! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚" One from @SpongeBob: "Oh no, Plankton! Hope you feel better soon, buddy! ๐Ÿ’›" It's a small comfort, sweet but it's not enough to soothe his pride and doesn't help his embarrassment. Another one from @ Dennis : "What happened to you, Plankton? ๐Ÿ˜‚" Plankton's antennae stiffen with indignation. "I've had surgery!" he wants to shout at the screen. One from @ Squidward : "Looks like someone's been to the dentist! ๐Ÿ˜‚ Get well, Plankton! Maybe you'll stop stealing Krabby Patties!" Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration. "This is not funny, did I agree to that picture?" he mutters to himself. He scrolls down, seeing a comment from @ Mrs. Puff: "Oh, you poor thing! I've been there too! ๐Ÿ˜ข Take care of yourself, Plankton!" Plankton's antennae droop slightly. Then @ Pearl Krabs: "You look like you had more fun than me at prom ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ˜‚ Get well soon, Mr. Plankton!" This one stings a bit more, as Plankton thinks of Mr. Krabs and their complicated relationship. He sees one from @SandyCheeks: "Aw, Plankton, I hope you're feeling better! Surgery's a tough nut to crack, even for a tiny guy like you! ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ƒ" Plankton's antennae twitch with a tiny spark of gratitude. At least Sandy had some empathy. He reads more, his eye flicking over the various reactions to his post- surgery selfie. A comment from @MrKrabs catches his eye, his antennae shooting up. "Looks like you're out of commission for a bit, eh, Plankton ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ‘‘" Plankton's cheeks burn with a combination of anger and embarrassment. That sneaky crab! But amidst the sea of joking remarks, he finds a comment that makes his antennae wiggle with surprise. It's from @KarenPlankton. "My brave @ Plankton had wisdom teeth out, and it's going to be just fine. When he woke up, I was here, holding his hand, and he was so sweet. Love ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’‹" Okay, then. Despite his embarrassment, he feels a surge of affection for Karen. She had been there through it all so he can't get to mad at her. Yet why she felt the need to share his post surgery face with the entire ocean... He's always been so meticulous about his image, and now it's splattered across the digital seabed. He sighs, setting the phone aside. He's too tired to dwell on it. He gently presses a cold pack to his cheek. The door opens with a soft creak, and Karen's voice is a soothing lullaby. "How are you feeling, Plankton?" He sighs, his antennae drooping. "I'm fine," he mumbles, his voice a sleepy wave. "Just...tired." Hanna peeks in, her smile a warm ray of sunshine. "Can I bring you anything?" she asks, her voice a gentle caress. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye narrowing slightly. "No, thank you," he says, his voice a polite wave. "I'm okay." Karen nods, her smile a comforting sunrise. "Alright, just call if you need anything," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "Rest is key." Plankton nods, his antennae flopping with fatigue. "I will," he murmurs. "Thank you." The door closes with a soft click, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the cold comfort of the pack on his swollen cheek. He closes his eye, letting out a deep breath. The house is like a quiet reef, the only sounds the faint distant murmur of Karen and Hanna's conversation. Plankton's mind is a whirlpool, thoughts swirling around the surgery, the embarrassing selfie, and the unwelcome reminder of his vulnerability. He decides to focus on the now, the cold pack a small comfort against the throb in his jaw. He drifts in and out of sleep, the pain ebbing and flowing like the tides. Sometime later, Karen and Hanna tiptoe into the room. Plankton's antenna twitches in his sleep, his snores a gentle whisper. "How is he?" Hanna asks, her voice a soft ripple. Karen's smile is a gentle wave. "Resting," she says, her eyes on the sleeping Plankton. "He's been through a lot, as yesterday's surgery took it out of him." They tiptoe closer to the bed, their movements quiet. Plankton's snores are like a gentle testament to his deep slumber. Karen reaches out, her hand stroking his antennae gently. "He's okay," she whispers to Hanna. "Just needs some time to heal." They watch him for a moment, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm. Hanna's smile is sad. "I'm sorry I upset him," she says. Karen nods. "It's not your fault, Hanna," she whispers. "He's just not used to sharing his vulnerable side." They stand there, a silent guard over his sleeping form. Hanna's smile is a sad reflection of the moon on the sea. "I didn't mean to intrude," she says softly. Karen's voice is a gentle current. "You didn't," she assures her. "Plankton's just...sensitive." Hanna nods, her eyes a sorrowful sea. "I understand," she whispers. "But I'll be more careful." They leave the room, their footsteps like soft whispers against the current of the hallway. The door closes with a gentle click, leaving Plankton to the embrace of sleep and the cold pack's comfort. Hours pass, the sun's warmth gradually fading into a cool, soothing blue. Plankton stirs, his eye fluttering open. The pain has subsided to a dull ache. He tries to sit up, his body protesting with a groan. He looks at his phone again, his antennae drooping. The comments on the picture are like a school of jellyfish, stinging his ego. He reads them one by one, his emotions a stormy sea. @BarneyRubble: "Oh no, Plankton! You're not looking your usual selfie-ready best! Get well soon, buddy! ๐Ÿ˜‚" Plankton's antennae droop with self-consciousness. @Gil: "I bet he was dreaming of stealing Krabby Patties with those teeth! Get better soon, little guy! ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜‚" This isn't helping his mood. @Spongegar: "Aw, poor little Plankton! You'll be back to your usual scheming self in no time! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly at the well-meaning but slightly patronizing remark. @MermaidMan: "Remember when I lost my teeth fighting a giant clam? Good times. Get well soon, buddy! ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿข" @ PatrickStar: "Who knew Plankton had so many teeth? ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜‚ Get well soon, buddy! Maybe you'll finally leave SpongeBob's house alone! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป" Plankton knows he needs to change the narrative. Perhaps he can find something in his camera roll gallery.. He scrolls through, his antennae quivering with determination. Ah-ha! Pictures of him and his cuddly little amoeba puppy, Spot. Spot's a good boy, always there, always loving. He's the one thing that can make him feel like the hero he's not. He selects an old picture of himself and Spot, taken during a rare moment of peace. Spot is looking up at him with his adoring eye, his squishy tail wagging. Plankton's expression is softer than usual, his antennae relaxed. He opens a new post, his thumbs moving with purpose. He captions it, "Throwback to my best bud Spot, always ready for an adventure! #planktonandspot #goodtimes" He hits post, the button a beacon of hope in the storm of his embarrassment. He watches the likes and comments roll in, his antennae perking up slightly. The first one from @SpongeBob: "Aw, Spot looks adorable! Miss you, buddy! ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’›" This brings a smile to Plankton's face. The next comment from @ SquidwardTentacles is a sly dig. "Looks like Spot's the only one who doesn't know what a failure you are, Plankton. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘Ž" Plankton's eye narrows, his cheeks burning with irritation. @MrKrabs weighs in: "That's one fine looking microbe you got there, Plankton! Maybe he could help you steal my Krabby Patties one day! ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜‚" @SandyCheeks: " Spot's the cutest little critter! Give him a hug from me! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ›๐Ÿค— #SpotTheAmoeba " Plankton's smile grows, his antennae twitching with each positive comment. It's not just about the image or the jokes anymore; it's about reclaiming his dignity. He's not just the guy who got his teeth pulled out and drooled all over the placeโ€”he's a man with a loyal sidekick, a man who's lived life of adventure and friendship.
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A TOOTHY STORY pt. 6 Plankton's eye closes, his breathing deepens into snores. Karen watches him for a moment, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep. "You're okay," she whispers, her voice a soft ripple in the quiet room. "You're safe now." Her words hang in the air, a comforting lullaby, when Karen's friend Hanna unexpectedly arrives. "Karen?" Hanna's voice is a splash of cold water, jolting Karen to the present. She quickly wipes Plankton's mouth and stands up, turning to face her friend. "Is everything alright?" Hanna's eyes widen, noticing Karen's husband Plankton on the couch, his mouth open, snoring softly. Karen laughs nervously. "Oh, yes," she says, her voice a bit too high. "Just a little... dental procedure." Hanna looks with concern. "My place is getting a remodel, I don't know where else to stay..." she asks, her eyes scanning Plankton's sleeping form. Karen nods, her smile reassuring. "Of course, you can stay here," she says, her voice a warm embrace. "The spare room's good." Hanna looks at Plankton, still snoring peacefully. "Is he okay?" she whispers. "I know I've never personally met him.." Karen nods, her voice a whisper. "Yes, he's fine," she says, her hand on his forehead. "Just sleepy." Hanna's eyes flicker with concern. "What happened?" she asks, her voice a soft ripple of curiosity. Karen hesitates, her hand still resting on Plankton's head. "It's nothing to worry about," she says, her voice a gentle breeze. "Just a little dental work." Hanna nods, her eyes studying Plankton. "Is he going to be okay?" she whispers, her voice a soft ripple of concern. "Why's he tired?" Karen sighs, her smile slightly forced. "It's just... part of the process," she says, avoiding the mention of teeth. "They had to give him some medicine to help him sleep." Hanna nods, her gaze still on Plankton. "He seems so peaceful," she says, her voice a soft caress. "What was it for?" Karen's smile is tight. "Everything is just fine, Hanna. He might not want me to say much without his permission." Hanna nods, understanding. "Of course, I didn't mean to pry." She looks around the room. "It's just, I've never seen anyone sleep so... peaceful?" Karen laughs softly, her voice a gentle ripple. "It's the medicine," she says. "They had to give him something to relax." Hanna nods, her gaze lingering on Plankton's sleeping form. Karen decides it's time to wake him, gently shaking his shoulder. "Plankton," she whispers, her voice a soft nudge. "Wake up, sweetheart." Plankton's eye opens with a start, his antennae shooting up. "Whath...whathapened?" he mumbles, his speech still slurred. Karen laughs, her voice a warm embrace. "We need to get you into bed," she says, her eyes twinkling with love. "My friend Hanna came, and she'll stay in the guest room." Plankton blinks, his antennae waving erratically. "Han-Han?" he mumbles, his voice a slurred song. "Whaths...whaths?" Hanna waves, her smile genuine. "Hi, Plankton," she says. "Nice to meet you.." But Plankton, still groggy, mumbles incoherently, his eye half-closed. "Muff...muff...muffins," he says, his tongue thick. Karen laughs, her voice a warm laugh. "It's okay, sweetheart, you're just tired," she says, guiding him to his feet. He sways, his body still under the anesthesia's spell. "Muff...muffins," he repeats, his voice a sleepy mumble. Karen rolls her eyes, her smile a gentle curve. "No muffins," she says, her voice a soothing wave. "It's night.." His antennae droop, his mind a jumbled mess. "B-but... you promithed..." he slurs, his eye struggling to focus. Karen laughs, her voice a warm caress. "Oh, Plankton," she says, helping him to the bedroom. They reach the bed, and she helps him lie down, his body collapsing onto the mattress. "Just sleep, love," she whispers, her hand stroking his. Hanna watches from the doorway, her smile a mix of amusement and concern. "Is he going to be okay?" she asks again. Karen nods, her voice a reassuring lullaby. "Yes, just rest is what he needs," she says. "It'll will wear off completely in the morning; we all need our sleep." But Plankton, not quite ready to drift away, reaches his arms out. "Pweath...picture," he mumbles, his hand reaching for Hanna's. Hanna, surprised by his sudden request, pulls out her phone, the screen a bright beacon in the dim room. "A selfie?" she whispers, her voice a questioning bubble. Karen nods, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "I'll get you gauze first," she says, helping him sit up slightly. Hanna, unsure but willing, holds out her phone, the screen glowing with potential. "Ready?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper. Plankton nods, his antennae bobbing. Karen carefully places the gauze pads in Plankton's mouth, his eye widening slightly at the unexpected sensation. "Now," she says, her voice a gentle prompt. "There." Hanna holds the phone steadily, the camera lens a tiny window into their world. Plankton's arm wraps around her shoulder, his antennae sticking out like party horns. "Cheeese," he mumbles through the gauze, his voice slurred but earnest. The flash goes off, illuminating the room briefly. Hanna looks at the photo, her smile warm. "You got it, Plankton," she says, handing him the phone. His eye squints, trying to focus on the screen. Karen laughs softly, watching them from the bedside. "You two are adorable," she says, her voice a gentle tease. Plankton looks at her, his mouth still full of gauze. With a thumbs up from Plankton, Hanna posts the selfie, the image of their smiles and Plankton's comical gauze-filled grin floating into the digital abyss of her social media feed. The caption reads: "Visiting Karen! Featuring @ Plankton ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿ’Š" The notification sounds chime through the quiet room, a digital symphony of likes and laughing emojis. Plankton's eye widen, his antennae perking up. "What's that?" he asks, his voice a groggy whisper. Hanna laughs. "Everyone thinks you're cute. Now I gotta get some rest myself!" Plankton's antennae droop, his eye heavy with sleep. "M-more...m-muffins?" he asks, his voice a slurred plea. Karen laughs, her voice a warm hug. "No more, Plankton," she says, placing a kiss on his forehead. "You need to sleep now." Plankton closes his eye, succumbing to the gentle pull of sleep. Karen and Hanna watch him for a moment, his snores the only sound in the quiet room. Hanna's smile is warm. "He's so cute," she whispers. They both watch as Plankton's snores fill the room, his body finally at peace. Hanna's concern fades into curiosity. "What's with the muffins?" she asks, her voice a whisper. Karen giggles, her hand still on his. "It's just the remnants of meds talking," she says, her voice a gentle wave. "He'll be himself in the morning." She stands up, her movements smooth as a dolphin's. "Let's get you settled in the guest room now.."
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 7 The next morning, the anesthesia's completely worn off. Plankton wakes to find himself drooling on his pillow, the gauze in his mouth a soggy mess. His eye opens. Wincing as he wiped his mouth, he took out his now pink gauze. "Whaโ€™ happened?" He says. Karen's smile is a gentle wave. "I had my wisdom teeth out, right? I remembe--- I held your hand Karen. I was in a chair, then somehow in a bed.." Karen nods, her voice a soothing symphony. "Yes, that was yesterday.." Plankton's antennae twitch with realization. "Y-yesterday?" he asks, his voice a sleepy whisper. "But...but what happened?" Karen laughs, her voice a gentle lullaby. "You had your wisdom teeth out," she says, her fingers tracing his cheek. "Do you remember the clinic?" "Yes, Karen," Plankton rolls his eye; "I don't know what happened after leaving to go home.." Karen nods, smiling; there's her snappy husband! "It's normal," she says. "The anesthesia can make your memory fuzzy." Plankton's eye widens. He tries to sit up, but his body is still a ragdoll's. "What...what did I do?" he asks, his voice a slurred mess. Karen helps him, her smile a gentle lullaby. "You were just tired, sweetheart," she says, seeing Hanna come to the doorway. "My friend Hanna's here because her home is being worked on." Hanna waves, her smile a warm beacon. "Hi, Plankton," she says. "Whatโ€ฝ But Karen, remember she gave you that virus..." "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle whisper. "That was in the past." Hanna nods, her smile soft. "I promise, I'm all better now," she says. "How you feeling?" Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still foggy. "F-fine," he mumbles, his voice a murmur. Karen helps him sit up, the pillows propping him up like a soft fortress. "Do you remember wanting muffins?" Hanna asks, her voice a soft reminder. Plankton's antennae wave wildly. "M-muffins?" he asks, his memory a distant tide. Karen nods, her laughter a warm sunrise. "Yes, you talked about them a lot last night," she says, her eyes twinkling. "But it's okay, you were just a bit loopy from the surgery." Plankton blinks. "Loopy?" he asks, his voice a tentative wave. Karen nods, her smile a comforting breeze. "It's normal, sweetie. The medicine made you feel funny." Hanna's eyes sparkle with mischief. "You were quite the character," she says, her voice a gentle tease. Plankton feels his face heat up, his antennae drooping with embarrassment. He doesn't remember a thing from the night before, but the laughter and smiles from Karen and Hanna tell a story he clearly missed. "How's your mouth?" Hanna asks, her voice a concerned ripple. "Karen told me you went to the dentist.." Plankton's antennae twitch, his mind racing to catch up. "It's...it's fine," he mumbles, his voice a tentative whisper. The reality of his surgery sinking in, he gently touches his cheeks, feeling the swollen mounds where his teeth once were. But Hanna's curious about what this procedure was. "So, Plankton," she starts, her voice a gentle wave, "What was it like at the dentist?" He blinks, his mind still a bit hazy. "It...it was okay," he mumbles, his tongue poking at the empty sockets. "I don't know.." Hanna nods, her smile sympathetic. "It must have hurt," she says, her voice a soft caress. "What did they do?" Plankton's antennae droop, his eye flashing with annoyance. "I don't remember," he grumbles, his voice a stormy sea. "But I'm sure it wasn't as fun as you seem to think it was." Hanna's smile fades, her eyes full of understanding. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice a gentle current. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wondered what procedure you had done." He can't believe he's talking about his dental woes to a stranger. Plankton's antennae stiffen, his body tense. "Why do you ask about the dentist?" his voice a snappy bubble. Karen's eyes widen, her smile fading. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft warning. "It's okay, Hanna's just curious." Hanna's smile falters, her voice a gentle retreat. "I didn't mean to pry," she says, stepping back. "I just..." But Plankton, his emotions a swirling maelstrom, waves his hand dismissively. "I don't want to talk about it," he says, his voice a firm tide. "It's none of your concern." Hanna's smile falters, her cheeks flushing with the sting of his words. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a retreating wave. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Karen's eyes flicker with concern, her voice a gentle reminder. "Plankton, Hanna's just trying to be nice," she says, her hand on his arm. "It's okay to talk.." But Plankton's antennae are like two flaming torches, his voice a harsh wave. "I said I don't want to talk about it," he snaps, his eye a stormy gray. "Please leave." Hanna's smile fades, her eyes like ripples of sadness in a tranquil pond Karen sighs, her heart a tiny boat adrift in a sea of confusion. "Plankton," she starts, her voice a soft lapping wave. "You don't have to be so harsh." Plankton's antennae droop, his eye still stormy. "I just want to be left alone," he mumbles, his voice a defensive ripple. "I don't understand why she needs to know about my mouth." Karen sighs, her voice a gentle reminder. "Plankton, she's my friend," she says. "And she's just staying here temporarily." Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration. "I know, Karen," he snaps, his voice a jagged coral. "But I don't know her.." Hanna's eyes shimmer with hurt, her smile a sad reflection. "I didn't mean to intrude," she says, her voice a quiet ripple. But Plankton's anger is a tidal wave, crashing into the room. "You're not my friend!" he says, his voice a snappy slap. "I don't owe you any explanations!" Hanna's smile dissolves, her eyes a murky ocean. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a retreating tide. "I didn't mean to upset you." Plankton's antennae quiver with agitation, his voice a harsh squall. "Is that too much to ask?" Hanna nods, her smile evaporating like sea foam. "Of course," she murmurs, her voice a retreating wave. "I'll just..." But Karen's voice stops her, a gentle lagoon in the storm. "Hanna, wait," she says, her tone a calming current. "Plankton, you need to apologize." He turns to her, his antennae quivering with anger. "Why?" he asks, his voice a jagged rock. "She's not my friend!" Karen's eyes are like calm pools, her voice a gentle reminder. "You're upset, Plankton," she says. "But that's not fair to Hanna." His antennae droop, his voice a begrudging rumble. "Fine," he mumbles, his words a forced apology. "I'm sorr-" But Hanna's smile is a soft wave, her voice a gentle reminder. "It's okay, Plankton," she says, her eyes like two calm pools. "You are in pain, and you were exhausted last night.." Plankton's antennae droop. "What do you mean," he demands, remembering nothing. "Exhausted? Hanna, what..." Hanna's smile is sad. "It's okay," she says, her voice a gentle wave retreating from the shore. "You fell asleep; you were snoring..." Plankton's antennae stiffen, his eye narrows. "I...snored?" he says, his voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "But Karen, I don't snore!" Hanna laughs, not knowing Plankton any better. "You certainly do," she says, her eyes twinkling. "It's adorable, really." Plankton's antennae flicker with agitation. "I don't," he insists, his voice a sharp wave. "I never snore." Hanna's laugh is a soothing sea breeze. "You did, Plankton," she says, her eyes sparkling. "It was quite... entertaining." But Plankton's frustration boils like a volcano. "No!" he says, his voice a harsh crash of waves. "I don't snore!" Karen, however, knew her husband well enough. "Plankton," she says, her hand on his. "You do sometimes when you're tired." His antennae quiver with disbelief. "But not really," he argues, his voice a stubborn wave. "I'm not a...a snorer!" Karen's eyes are like a calm sea, her voice a gentle reminder. "You do when you're exhausted, Plankton," she says, her hand a comforting current against his. "And after surgery, you were pretty tired, not to mention numb.." Hanna nods, her voice a soft chuckle. "You had us laughing, Plankton," she says, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "You're so funny when you're sleepy." But Plankton isn't finding it funny. Karen steps in. "Hanna, let's give Plankton some space," she says, her hand on Hanna's arm. "He's still recovering." Hanna nods, her smile a sad wave retreating from the shore. "Of course, Karen," she says. "I'm sorry." Karen's eyes are like two moons, calming the stormy sea. "It's okay," she says. She turns to Plankton. "I know you're uncomfortable, sweetheart," she says, her voice a gentle lapping tide. "But Hanna didn't mean any harm. We'll let you alone, but let me know if you need anything." She sets books and his phone on the bedside table before leaving the room with Hanna.
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 5 Karen watches him drift back into sleep, her heart swelling with love. His snores have turned into gentle snuffles, his antennae still occasionally twitching in his sleep. The nurse, Nina, smiles at her. "It's okay, he's just tired," she says. "Let's get him standing." They help Plankton into a sitting position, his body uncooperative and limp. His eye open and close, trying to stay awake. "Pway?" he mumbles again, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Later, sweetheart, after you're all better." Nina, the nurse, nods. "Let's get you on your feet," she says, offering her fin for support. Plankton wobbles, his legs like jello. Karen takes his other arm, steadying him. "One step at a time," she says, her voice a gentle guide. They shuffle to the door, his feet moving as if through water. His head lolls, his antennae drooping with exhaustion as he falls asleep, but Karen and Nina quickly react, holding him upright. "It's normal for the anesthesia to make him so tired." Nina says over Plankton's snores as he's snoring deeply. Karen nods, her grip firm on his arm. "Let's get you to the car," she says. "Wake up, Plankton. Just a little more." With a snort, Plankton's eye opens again, blinking sleepily. "Wha...?" he says, looking around the room. Karen's smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds. "It's time to go home, sweetie," she says. They make their way to the car, Plankton leaning heavily on Karen's arm. The nurse, Nina, gives them both a nod of encouragement. "Call us if you need anything," she says. The sun is blinding as they walk out of the clinic, its rays piercing through the clouds like a spotlight. Plankton squints, his eye watering. "Hone," he mumbles, his voice a sleepy sigh. Karen laughs, her arm around his waist. "Home, Plankton," she says, her voice like a lullaby. "We're going home now." They reach the car, his legs wobbly as a newborn's. Karen opens the door, guiding him in. Plankton fumbles with the seatbelt, his fingers refusing to cooperate. "Let me," she says, her touch gentle as she secures him in. The drive home is quiet, his snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen watches him, his mouth slack, the gauze still in place. "Almost there, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. The car's smooth movement lulls him further into sleep. Karen sighs, her eyes on the road ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of care and comfort for her recovering husband. When they arrive home, she gently wakes him, his eye fluttering open. "Who...?" he mumbles, his voice a slurry whisper. "It's me, Karen," she says, smiling. "We're home, Plankton." He blinks, his mind still foggy. "Hone?" he repeats, his voice barely audible. Karen nods. "Yes, sweetheart, we're home." They enter their home, the familiar scent of home wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Plankton stumbles, his legs like jelly under him. "Bath-tub," he mumbles, pointing in the direction of their bedroom. Karen laughs, her heart swelling with love for her confused husband. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "Let's get you to the couch." They shuffle through the house, his eye half-closed, his words slurred. "Muff-muff...tub?" he repeats, his thoughts jumbled. Karen laughs, her voice like a warm current in the cool ocean. "No, Plankton, the couch," she says, guiding his unsteady steps. He nods, his antennae drooping. "C-c-couch," he repeats, his words like bubbles rising to the surface. Karen helps him settle, his body collapsing into the plush cushions with a sigh. His snores resume, his mouth open, and drool pooling on the pillow. Plankton's eyes flicker open, his gaze unfocused. "Tish...?" he mumbles, reaching up to touch his mouth. Karen laughs, taking his hand. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle stream. "Let's keep those hands down." He frowns, his mind a fog. "Whath...whathapened?" he asks, his speech still slurred. Karen smiles, her voice a warm caress. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out, sweetheart." Plankton's eye widens. "B-but...muh...muh..." his words a jumble. Karen giggles with warmth. "What are you trying to say, Plankton?" she asks, her voice sweet as a lullaby. He tries to sit up, his body still groggy. "Baf...baf... baf," he babbles. Karen's laughter is a gentle wave, lapping at the shores of his confusion. "It's okay," she says, her hand a steady rock. "Your mouth is just numb." Plankton's antennae wave weakly, his eye still unfocused. "Mumf?" he mumbles, his voice like a baby's coo. "Mumf?" Karen laughs softly, her heart filled with love and amusement. "What's 'mumf', Plankton?" she asks, her voice a gentle ripple in the sea of his confusion. He blinks, his mouth moving in a silent attempt to form words. "Mumf," he repeats, his voice a sleepy murmur. "Muff...muf..." his words trailing off. Karen laughs, her voice a soothing whisper. "What's 'mumf', sweetheart?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching. "Nun," he slurs, his mind swimming in a sea of anesthesia. "Why my moufs nun." Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Your mouth is numb, Plankton," she explains, her voice a gentle wave. "It'll wear off by the morning." He nods, his antennae drooping. "Mouf numb," he echoes, his tongue still thick. "Mm...numb." He giggles to himself. "Numb." Karen laughs, her voice like the tinkling of a bell. "Yes, Plankton, your mouth is numb," she says, her words a gentle soothing rain. "It's from the surgery." Plankton's antennae perk up, his eye finally focusing. "Sur...surg... surgery?" he asks, his voice a tentative question. Karen nods, wiping at his drool with a tissue. "It's okay, you're all done now." He giggles, his words a slur. "Sur...surgery," he repeats, his mind still in a haze. Karen smiles, her voice a gentle lullaby. "Wisdom teeth," she says, "They're out, and you're all better." Plankton nods, his antennae twitching with curiosity. "Tweef?" he mumbles, his tongue thick. Karen nods, her voice like a gentle wave. "Yes, sweetie," she says, "The doctor took your big teef out." He giggles again, his mind still foggy. "Big...big teef," he says, his voice a babyish coo. "Tweef." Karen laughs, her voice a soothing breeze. "Yes, Plankton, your big teeth are gone." "How many fing-- fingers awe you holding up?" He asks, but looking at his own hand. Karen laughs, her voice a delightful chime in the quiet room. "I'm not holding up any fingers, Plankton." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still unfocused. "But...but..." his words trail off as he tries to process her response. "That's your hand, not mine!" She laughs. Plankton giggles, his eye half-closed. "M-mine?" he asks, his voice a sleepy mumble. Karen nods, her smile never leaving her face. "Yes, love, your hand." He looks down at his hand, his fingers splayed. "Twee," he murmurs, his voice a slurred whisper. "Two big teef gone." Karen laughs, her voice gentle as she shakes her head. "All four wisdom teethies." Plankton blinks, his mind clearing slightly. "Oh," he says, his voice a soft wave. "Twee big teefies." Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Yes, Plankton, all your wisdom teeth are out." He giggles, his speech still slurred. "Widom...teefies," he mumbles. "Widom." Karen laughs, her heart warm with love. "That's right," she says, her voice a gentle current. "Wisdom teethies." Plankton's antennae droop again, his eye heavy with sleep. "M-more?" he asks, his voice like a sleepy drone. Karen smiles, her voice a soothing melody. "No more, sweetie," she says, stroking his antennas. "You're all done."
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 3 Nina nods in approval, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she turns back to the monitors. "Just a few more minutes," she assures, adjusting the gauze in his mouth. The doctor speaks up. "Let's get him into recovery. We'll keep an eye on him there." Two burly starfish, who must be orderlies, come in with a wheelchair. They gently lift Plankton's slack body, transferring him from the surgical chair to the wheelchair. Karen watches as they wrap a comfortable blanket around him, tucking it under his chin. His head lolls to the side, his drool-slicked mouth open as he snores softly. Karen follows, her hand in his. The recovery room is quiet, dimly lit to reduce any stimulation that could cause discomfort. Plankton's snores fill the space, echoing off the walls. The nurse, Nina, checks his vital signs and nods to Karen. "You can stay with him. Just keep talking to him, it'll help him wake up." Karen takes a seat next to his chair, holding his hand. "Plankton, wake up," she says gently, but there's no response. She tries again, a little louder. "Wake up, it's time to go home." The nurse, Nina, smiles as she lifts him up from the wheelchair. They move him to the recovery bed, the soft pillows cradling his head. His eye remain closed, and his breathing is still slow and steady. Karen sits beside him, her heart racing. "You did it," she whispers, "You're so strong." Nina, the nurse, checks his monitors. "Looks good," she says. "Just a bit longer, and he'll be ready to wake up." Karen nods, stroking his hand. She looks at Plankton's face, serene in sleep, and whispers, "Wake up, sweetheart. We're almost done here." Still no response. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals one more time. "His body's just taking its time to metabolize the medication. Give him a moment." The room is quiet except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the occasional snore from Plankton. Karen watches his chest rise and fall, his antennae twitching slightly. She squeezes his hand, willing him to wake up. The nurse, Nina, notices Karen's anxiety. "It's okay," she says, "Sometimes the anesthesia can take a little longer to wear off. He'll be fine. Just keep talking to him." Karen nods and leans closer, her voice a gentle hum. "We're almost there, Plankton," she says, her eyes never leaving his still form. She can see his chest rising and falling. The drool has slowed, yet his mouth is still open slightly. The nurse, Nina, checks the clock. "It's been about twenty minutes. He should start to come around now." Karen nods with a mixture of relief and anticipation. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispers, squeezing his hand a little tighter. The beeping of the heart monitor remains a steady metronome in the background, a comforting reminder that he's okay. Plankton's snores start to become less pronounced. A faint groan escapes him as his body starts to shift. Karen leans closer, her voice a soft chant of encouragement. "Wake up, honey, wake up." The nurse, Nina, nods in approval. "Good, keep it up. It'll help him wake up gently." Karen's voice is a soothing whisper in the quiet room. "Plankton," she repeats, "You're almost there. Time to wake up." His snores taper off, and his body starts to twitch slightly. Karen's eyes light up, hope flickering like the fluorescent lights above them. The nurse, Nina, watches the monitors intently. "Good, his body's starting to respond." Karen nods, her heart racing as Plankton's snores grow quieter. His eyelids flutter, and for a moment, she thinks he might be waking up. But his body relaxes again, and the snores resume, though softer. "Plankton," she calls out, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room. "Wake up, love," she whispers, her voice a sweet song of comfort. The nurse, Nina, checks the monitors again, her expression calm. "It's okay," she assures Karen, "Sometimes the body needs more time to come out of the anesthesia." Karen nods, stroking his hand. "Wake up, Plankton," she whispers, her voice filled with gentle urgency. "We're all done here. Time to go home." His chest continues to rise and fall, his antennae still and his snores soft and steady. "You've got this, Plankton," she whispers. "Wake up." The nurse, Nina, watches the monitors closely, her fins poised. "He's waking up," Nina murmurs. Karen's glued to Plankton's face. His eye finally opens, but glazed over, unfocused. She squeezes his hand. "Plankton?" He blinks slowly, his antennae twitching as if trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. His mouth moves, but only garbled sounds come out. "Mmph... wha...?" he mumbles, his tongue thick in his mouth. Karen smiles, her heart swelling with relief. "You're okay," she says, wiping his drool with a tissue. Plankton's eye slowly focus on her, confusion swirling in their depths. "Wheh?" he slurs, his voice thick and sluggish. Nina, the nurse, chuckles softly. "It's the medication," she explains. "He'll be a bit out of it." Karen laughs lightly, her relief palpable. "It's okay, sweetheart," she says, her voice like a warm blanket. "You're at the dentist. You had your wisdom teeth removed." Plankton blinks again, his eyes focusing on her. "W-what?" he asks, his voice still slurred. Nina, the nurse, nods. "It's normal. The anesthesia can make you groggy." Karen smiles, her voice soft as a lullaby. "You had your wisdom teeth removed. Do you remember?" Plankton blinks again, his eyes finally focusing on her face. "T-teeth?" he mumbles, his mind swimming in the fog of the anesthesia. His mouth feels full, the gauze pressing against his numb gums like a soggy cotton ball. "Yes, your wisdom teeth," Karen says, her voice still soothing. "They're all out." Plankton's eye widen, and he tries to sit up, but the nurse, Nina, gently pushes his shoulders back down. "Easy, Mr. Plankton," she says. Karen laughs softly, her hand on his shoulder. "You're still woozy from the anesthesia." Plankton tries to speak, but it's as if his tongue is too large for his mouth. "W-wis...what?" Karen laughs, the sound musical in the quiet recovery room. "They took your wisdom teeth out, Plankton. Remember?" He blinks, his eye finally focusing on her. "Teef?" he slurs, his voice like a tired child's. The nurse, Nina, chuckles again. "It's okay," she says.
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 4 Karen stands, gently helping Plankton to his feet. He sways slightly, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. "Careful," she says, wrapping an arm around his waist. He leans into her, his eye still glazed as he chuckles. "M-mph... funny," he slurs, a weak smile on his face. "You're going to be fine," Karen reassures him, her voice a beacon of comfort in the fog of his mind. They shuffle slowly down the hallway, his legs unsteady as if he's walking on a tightrope over a shark tank. The floor seems to tilt and sway, each step a dizzying challenge. Karen holds him close, her arm around his waist, guiding him like a ship navigating stormy waters. Plankton's eye start to droop, his lid growing heavier by the second. "W-where... whewe... we go?" he slurs, his speech barely coherent. Karen's response is lost to the symphony of his snores as he unexpectedly dozes off mid-sentence as she catches him. He jolts awake, only to find himself still standing, held upright by Karen's steady grip. "H-how?" he stammers, his eye wide with confusion. They've reached the reception area, and Becky, the ever-cheery receptionist, giggles at the sight. "You can sit him down now," she suggests. "Just keep an eye on him until he's fully awake." Karen guides him to the chair, his legs folding under him like a ragdoll. He's out again, his snores echoing in the quiet lobby. She can't help but smile at his obliviousness, his trust in her unwavering. The chair creaks beneath his weight as his head lolls to the side, his antennae drooping. Becky, the receptionist, laughs kindly. "It's like he's on a little anesthesia-induced vacation," she says, her voice a gentle wake. Karen nods, stroking his antennae. "I just want to get him home," she says. "He's not one for being out of his element." The nurse, Nina, appears with a wheelchair. "Let's get you home, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle nudge into reality. He blinks, his eye trying to focus on the world around him. Karen helps him into the chair. "W-wheel...?" He starts to protest, his slurred words trailing off as he realizes the futility of his protest. Karen smiles, pushing the chair. "It's okay, you're still groggy. This is just to make sure you don't trip." "W-why?" he murmurs, his words slurred and sleepy. "M'walkin'... woke... m'not..." Karen chuckles, her voice a soft breeze. "You're a bit out of it, Plankton," she says, "We're going home." Plankton's head lolls back, his snores now a comforting soundtrack to their exit. Karen can't help but laugh softly, her heart full of love. He's always been so independent, so strong. But in this moment, he's as vulnerable as a newborn. The cool morning air hits them as they step outside. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching as he tries to stay conscious. "M-morning," he mumbles, squinting against the sun's early glow. Karen chuckles, pushing the wheelchair to their car. "W-what?" he asks again, his speech still slurred. "You're okay, sweetheart," she says, opening the passenger door. "Let's get you into the car." But Plankton's body seems to have other plans, his eye slip shut and he's out like a light. Karen tries to wake him, her voice a gentle nudge into consciousness. "Come on, Plankton, stay with me." He snores in response, his antennae flopping to one side. Karen sighs, trying not to laugh at his comical state. Carefully, she maneuvers him into the car seat, his head lolling back. "Alright, just a little more," she coaxes. With a grunt, Plankton's eye flickers open as Karen helps buckle him in. "W-why..." He mumbles, his words trailing off as his eyelid droops again. Karen can't help but chuckle. "You're still sleepy, that's all," she says, kissing his forehead. The drive home is slow and careful, Karen keeping a watchful eye on Plankton in the rearview mirror. He's still out cold, his snores punctuating the silence like a lullaby for the road. The car's gentle sway seems to rock him deeper into sleep. They pull into their driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. Karen parks the car and turns around to look at Plankton. His snores are deep, his antennae twitching slightly with each exhale. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep, peaceful sleep. "Come on, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "We're home." He groans, his eye opening just enough to peer out. "Hone?" he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen nods, her smile warm. "You can go back to sleep once we're inside."
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 2 The room is quiet except for the occasional slosh of the saline and the whirring of the chair's recline. Karen watches as the nurse, Nina, applies gauze to the newly-emptied sockets where the teeth once were. The redness is stark against Plankton's slackened face. His snores are deep and even, his antennae resting limply on the chair's headrest. The doctor, Dr. Marlin, gives her a thumbs-up, a silent assurance that everything went according to plan. Karen feels a weight lift from her shoulders. The procedure is over, and Plankton is safe. His breathing continues, the anesthesia still keeping him in its gentle embrace of peaceful slumber. Nina turns to her with a sympathetic smile. "It's normal for patients to feel a bit groggy once they wake up. Sometimes they're a bit disoriented. It's like coming out of a deep sleep. It's normal if today he seems a little out of it. Bleeding and brushing are to be expected, and swelling is normal." "But he'll be okay?" Karen asks, her voice shaking. "More than okay," Dr. Marlin assures her, "Just follow the aftercare instructions and he'll be back to his usual self in no time. Just remember, no solid foods for a few days, lots of fluids, and keep those ice packs handy." Nina adds, "Keep an eye on him. He might be a bit forgetful, or say some funny things. It's just the anesthesia wearing off. Nothing to worry about." As they wheel Plankton into recovery, Karen watches his chest rise and fall with each breath. Nina, the nurse, explains, "The numbness is normal, it's the local anesthesia wearing off. It can feel weird, but don't worry, it'll fade. As for sleepiness, it's just the body recovering from the anesthesia. He might be a bit wobbly on your feet or have some difficulty speaking because of the numbness. Just take it slow, okay? Yet you can talk to him right now while he wakes if you'd like, even if he doesn't fully understand you yet." Karen nods, leaning in close to her husband's. "It's over, Plankton," she murmurs. "You did great. Just a little bit more sleep and then we'll go home." Plankton's breaths are slow and steady, his body still under the anesthesia's spell. The recovery room is dimly lit. The nurse, Nina, keeps a close eye on Plankton as Karen sits beside him, her hand resting on his arm. She's always been there for him, a constant source of comfort in the face of fear. The receptionist from earlier, Becky, comes in to check on Plankton, her face still cheerful despite the early hour. "How's our patient?" she asks Karen, glancing at the monitors that track his recovery. Plankton's chest rises and falls steadily, his snores punctuating the quiet. Karen smiles weakly. "He's still out of it." Becky nods. "That's normal. The anesthesia takes a little while to wear off. He'll wake up soon enough. You can talk to him if you'd like. Sometimes it helps to hear familiar voices." Karen looks down at Plankton's peaceful face. "You're going to be okay, sweetheart," she says softly. "Just a little longer, and then we'll go home. No more worrying." A line of drool starts to trickle from the corner of Plankton's numb mouth. It's a sight Karen's seen before, but only during his deepest slumbers. She reaches for a tissue and gently dabs at the saliva pooling, his body still under the sedative's grip. She cannot help but feel a twinge of pity for his vulnerable state, despite his snoring. The drool slowly starts to form a tiny river on the chair, a silent testament to the depth of his sleep. Karen wipes it away, knowing he'd be embarrassed if he were conscious of the sight. The nurse, Nina, checks his vitals, satisfied with his progress. "You can sit him up now," she says. "Just make sure he's actually awake before we get him walking." Karen carefully turns Plankton's chair with the lever, which gently guides his sleeping body upright. As the chair moves, Plankton's snoring changes pitch, his head lolling slightly. Karen smiles despite herself, his vulnerability endearing. Gently, she cups his cheek guiding his head back up. "Don't worry, Plankton. Almost time to go home," she says, her voice soft as a morning lullaby.

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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกคโ –โ ›โฃฏโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโก„โ €โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโ €โ €โ €โ ˜โขงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃงโก€โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ณโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃงโก€โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ฒโขคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก€โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ทโฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ “โ ถโขคโฃ„โฃ€โกผโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃทโ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ›โ ณโ ถโฃคโฃ„โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃงโ € โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃถโฃคโฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ™โ ›โ “โ ถโฃถโ ถโ ถโ ถโ “โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขนโก„ โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃถโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃ‡ โ €โ €โ €โ ธโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟ โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃ„โ €โ ‰โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃ†โ €โ €โ ˆโขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โก‡ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โขงโก€โ €โ €โขปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกŸโ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ “โ ถโ ผโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃคโฃคโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ Ÿโ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโ ‹โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ’โ ’โ ถโ ฆโฃพโฃ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃถโกŸโ โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ “โข„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก‡โ ˆโ ›โ ถโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ žโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ›โ ถโ คโฃคโฃคโ คโฃถโ ถโ ›โ ›โขฟโฃโ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โกคโ žโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกผโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ถโขคโฃ„โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โกดโ žโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โข€โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโขนโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ‹โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขธโฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก€โ €โฃฐโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโขธโก›โฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ ˆโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃพโฃทโ ‰โขงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกโ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ™โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโ ˆโขณโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ›โ €โ €โ €โขคโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃ„โก€โขณโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โฃฟโฃฟโฃ„โก„โ €โข€โก€โ €โฃปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโฃ€โฃทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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แดตโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ แดฐสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ โ€˜แดณแต’แต’แตˆ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต! แดณแต˜แต‰หขหข สทสฐแตƒแต— แดต แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต›แต’แต˜สณโฑแต—แต‰!โ€™ แดดแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€˜แดทสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แดพแตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หข!โ€™ โ€˜แต€แต’ แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€™ โ€˜แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?โ€™ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€™หข แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต‰หกแต— แตƒ แต—แตƒแต– แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆแต‰สณ แถ สณแต’แต แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ แดดแต‰ หขโฟแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰, สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰โ€™หข สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต แตƒ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท โฑแต—โ€™หข แต—แต’ แตแต’แต’แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แต—สณแต˜แต‰ แถ แต’สณ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต‰โฟแตˆ สฐโฑหข แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณ, แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต–แตƒแต—แต—โฑแต‰หขโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แต’แต˜โฟแตˆ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตˆสณแต’แต’หกโฑโฟแต โฑโฟหขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดถแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต—โ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต แตโฟแต’สท; แดตโ€™แต แต˜แต–!โ€ แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑหข แถœแต’แตแต–แต˜แต—แต‰สณ สทโฑแถ แต‰โ€ง โ€˜แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑหข แตƒ แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข สณโฑแต›แตƒหก สทสฐแต’ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ หกแตƒหขแต—โฑโฟแต แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหขสฐโฑแต–โ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰หขหขหกสธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— แตƒ แต–หกแตƒโฟ แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตแต’แต—โฑแต›แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟ! แดดแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขโฟแต˜แถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตˆโฑแตˆ สฐโฑหข สฒแต’แต‡ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณโฑหกหกโ€ง โ€œแต‚แต‰ แตƒสณแต‰ แต—แต‰แตƒแต แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ หขโฑโฟแตหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡, โฟแต’แต— โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แดณแต‰แต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต–สณโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒหขแต สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— โฑแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณ สทโฑแต—สฐ! สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆแต’ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโฑโฟแตโ€™ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดทโฟแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— สฒแต˜หขแต— แต‰โฟแตˆ แต˜แต– แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แต‡แต˜แต— สณโฑหขแตโฑโฟแต โฑแต—, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰สธ, แตโฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€œสธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดต สทโฑหกหก โฟแต’แต— แถ แตƒหกหก แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แต—สณโฑแถœแต แต—แต’แตˆแตƒสธ, หขโฑหกหกสธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!โ€ โ€œแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ฆโ€ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰ โฑแต—โ€™หข สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ; หขสฐแต’แต˜หกแตˆ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตโฟแต’สทโฟ!โ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โ€ง โ€œแดตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œแดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰; แตแต‰แต— แต’แต˜แต—!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข หขแต–แตƒแต—แต˜หกแตƒ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท สฐโฑแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สธแต‰หกหก โฑโฟ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒ สทแตƒสธโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แต—สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆโ€ฆโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตƒหข แต—สฐแต‰สธ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต แต—แต’ สทแต’สณแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜หขแต— หขแต—แตƒสธแต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ หกแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ โฟแต‰โฑแต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต สฐแต’แตแต‰ โฟแต’สณ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง แดดแต‰ หขแตƒแต— สณแต‰หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜หขแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟ; สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขแต—โฑแถ หกโฑโฟแต สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณหข แตƒแต— โ€˜สธแต’แต˜ แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต สฐแต‰สณแต‰โ€™ สณโฑโฟแตหข แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€ง แดดแต‰โ€™หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณโฑแถœแต หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰, แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰ แตโฟแต‰สท สทสฐแตƒแต— สณโฑหขแตหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต โฑโฟโ€ง แ”†แต—โฑหกหก หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแตƒหข โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต–แต‰สณหขแต’โฟแตƒหกหกสธ สฐแต˜สณแต— สฐโฑแต แตƒหข หขแต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดผแถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แถ แต’โฑหก สฐโฑหข แต–หกแตƒโฟหข แตƒแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰หข, แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต’ สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแตโ€ง แดบแต’แต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟ สฐแต’สท สฐแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตƒสทแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตโฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แต‚โฑแต—สฐ แตƒ หขโฑแตสฐ สฐแต‰โ€™แตˆ แตˆแต‰แถœโฑแตˆแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต’แถ แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰โ€ง แถ แต’สณ แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง แดฌแต— แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟโ€ฆโ€ หขสฐแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง โ€œแดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ, สทสฐแตƒแต—โ€ฆโ€ แ”†สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ แต˜แต– แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ หขแตƒสธหข โ€˜แดต สฐโฑแต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แต หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— หขแต‰แต‰แต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต หขแต’ แดต แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— โฑแต— แต‡แต‰หขแต—โ€ง แดบแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถ แต‰แต‰หก หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ; แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€™ แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต’แต—แต‰โ€ง โ€œแดดแต‰ หกแต‰แถ แต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แดทสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰โฟโ€™แต— สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰?โ€ โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขสฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแตƒสธโ€™หข แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ สฐแต’สท แต‡แตƒแตˆหกสธ สฐแต‰ แต—สณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง โ€˜แต‚แตƒโฑแต—, สฐแต‰ แต–แต˜แต— สณแต’แถœแต แต‡แต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€ฆโ€™ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข หขแต—แต’แต–โ€ง แดฟแต’แถœแต แดฎแต’แต—แต—แต’แตโ€™หข แตƒโฟ แต˜โฟหขแต‰แต—แต—หกโฑโฟแต แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰, หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฟแต‰สทโ€ง แดดแต‰ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ หขแตƒสท แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต, สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข หขแต’แถ แต— แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต‰แต–แต— หขแต’แต‡แต‡โฑโฟแตโ€ง โ€œแดผสฐ, แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแตƒหขแต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ สฒแต˜หขแต— แต’แต›แต‰สณสทสฐแต‰หกแตแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหข แต—แต’แต’แต แต’แต›แต‰สณ, สฐโฑหข แต’โฟหกสธ แตแต’แต›แต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณแต—สฐ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง โ€œแดตโ€™แต หขแต’สณสณสธ!โ€ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง โ€œแดต สทแตƒหข สทสณแต’โฟแตโ€ง แดต สทแตƒหข แต‡แต˜หขสธ, สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ โฑหขโฟโ€™แต— แตƒโฟสธ แต‰หฃแถœแต˜หขแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แตแต‰ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ; แต’ หขแต’ สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธ!โ€ โ€œแดต แตˆแต’โฟโ€™แต— แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแตโ€ฆโ€ โ€œสธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰หกแต’โฟแต แตƒหข แตแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข แตƒโฟสธ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€ง แดตโ€™แตˆ สณแตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต, แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แดต แถœแตƒโฟโฟแต’แต— โฑแตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต‰ หกโฑแต›โฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แตƒโฟสธ แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐแต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แต‚แต‰ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜; แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หกแต‰แต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขโฑแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณโฑแตˆแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰, แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต สทสฐสธ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต–หกแตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— สณแต‰หกแตƒหฃแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แตˆสณแต’สทหขสธ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแตˆ สฐโฑแต แถœหกแต’หขแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต˜หข สณโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœแต’แตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–สธ แต‡แต˜แต— แตƒหกหขแต’ แถœแต’โฟแต—แต‰โฟแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฟแต’สท แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰โ€ง
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃคโฃคโฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ปโ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ฟโฃฆโฃคโก€โ €โ ™โฃฟโฃฟโก†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโ โ ˜โ ฟโ ฟโขกโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โฃฟโกโ €โ €โฃ€โขฟโฃฟโ โฃปโฃฟโ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฟโขทโฃ„โ ˆโ ™โ ฟโขงโฃพโกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โก‡โ €โ ˆโ ณโขฆโฃคโกŸโ ‰โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃผโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ โกคโฃคโขถโฃพโ ™โฃงโฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃปโกŸโขณโฃฆโฃ„โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃพโกโก‡โ €โ €โ ˆโ โกŸโขงโ ˜โฃŸโ ฟโขคโกคโ คโฃพโ โฃ โฃฟโกโกฝโกโกฟโกŸโขฆโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโฃงโก‡โ €โ €โ €โข โก‡โ ˆโขงโก˜โขฏโก“โข’โกถโข‹โกดโ ‹โฃปโฃ†โก‡โขนโก€โฃ‡โฃพโฃฟโฃ†โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โข€โกโ ƒโฃฟโขนโกƒโ †โ €โข โ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃ†โ ™โ ‹โกคโขžโฃ€โก€โขƒโฃปโกฟโ €โขทโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‡โขนโก„โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โกผโ €โ €โฃปโฃผโ โ €โ €โ €โข€โก–โ €โข€โ €โขนโกโ ˆโ €โ Šโ ‰โ โ ˆโ ›โ ’โ ‚โ ˆโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ €โขณโ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โขฐโ ƒโ €โ €โขธโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃทโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โกฟโขนโก‡โ €โ ˜โฃ‡โ €โ €โ € โ €โข โกฟโข™โก†โ โก€โขฟโ €โ €โขบโฃ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโขนโฃฟโ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €โฃฟโกพโขฐโ €โ €โ ธโก†โ €โ € โ €โฃผโกโขธโ กโ €โก‡โขธโ €โ €โ ˜โ ›โ ‚โ €โ €โ ถโ €โขธโขธโก‰โ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โฃผโฃดโฃพโฃทโฃฟโก„โ € โขธโกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ƒโขธโก„โ €โ €โฃ€โฃคโ „โ €โ €โ €โฃธโ ‹โก‡โ €โก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก‡โกŸโ ›โขฟโฃฟโฃŸโฃทโก€ โ ˆโ ‰โ ™โฃฟโฃทโฃฒโฃฆโฃผโก‡โ €โขธโ โขˆโกโ €โ €โฃ โ —โ ‰โก‡โ  โกงโ โข‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโก…โ ƒโ žโขธโฃฟโฃฆโฃฉโกง
แ”†แตƒแถœสณโฑแถ โฑแถœโฑโฟแต โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ pt. 1 โคฅ ๐‚๐–:๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ŸŽ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข สณแต˜โฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต’แต˜แต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แถœสณแต‰แต— แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แถœแต’แตแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แต–แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แตแต˜แถœสฐ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข! แต‚สฐสธ หขแต’ แตแตƒโฟสธ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰หข? สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตƒ แต–โฑแถœแตหกแต‰ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแตƒหข แตƒ แต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แตƒสทแตƒสธโธด แต‡แตƒแถœแตโฑโฟแต แตƒสทแตƒสธ แตƒหข แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต—สฐสณแต‰แตƒแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทโฑหกหก แต‡แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰โ€ง แดพโฑแถœแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต›แต‰โ€ง "แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแต—แถœสฐ!" แดดแต‰ สธแต‰หกหกแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐสณแต’สทโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต‡แต‰แต—สทแต‰แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰แตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'หกหก สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆแต‰แตƒหก สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต‰แต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต!" แดฌโฟแตสณโฑหกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข แต˜หขแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แถœสฐแต˜โฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต สฐแต˜สณหก โฑแต—โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ โฑโฟ แถ สณแต’โฟแต— แต’แถ  สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต—สณโฑแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดดแตƒสณแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สธแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แตƒหข โฑแต— แต–แต’แต˜โฟแตˆแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต หกโฑแตแต– แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หขโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหข หขแต—แต’แต’แตˆ หขโฑหกแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ โฑโฟ หขสฐแต’แถœแตโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’แตแต–หกแต‰แต—แต‰หกสธ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหกสธ แตโฟแต’แถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต˜หขสฐแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ แตƒหกหก แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณหข แต’แต˜แต— แตƒโฟแตˆ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ 'แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆ' หขโฑแตโฟโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ หกแต’แต’แตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แถœแต’โฟแถœแต‰สณโฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตแต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แตแต’แต— แตˆแตƒแตแต– แถœหกแต’แต—สฐ สณแตƒแต สทโฑแต–แต‰ แต—แต’ แต–แต˜แต— แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—โฑหกหก แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ แต’สณ แตแต’แต›แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ หขหกโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰หขแต—โ€ง "แดดแต‰ หกแต’แต’แตหข หกโฑแถ แต‰หกแต‰หขหขโธด หขแต–สณแตƒสทหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‰แตแต–หกแต’สธแต‰แต‰หข สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แต‚สฐแต‰โฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตˆโฑแตˆ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโธด สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰แต‡สณแต’สท แถ แต˜สณสณแต’สทแต‰แตˆ แตƒหข แต‡แต‰แตโฑโฟโฟโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดดโฑ!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ แตƒหข สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณหข แต’แต–แต‰โฟโ€ง "แดฌแตƒแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโ€ง แดดแต‰ สทแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต–แตƒโฑโฟ หขสทโฑสณหกแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แถœแต’แตแต–สณแต‰สฐแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง "แตโฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แตˆสณโฑโฟแต โฑแต—โ€ง "แดฌสฐแต˜สฐโธด แต’สทโ€ง แต‚สฐแตƒโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑแต— หขหกแต’สทโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰โ€ง สธแต’แต˜'หกหก แต‡แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ โฑโฟแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แดต'แต สณโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ สธแต’แต˜โ€ง แดต แตแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต˜แตแตแต’โฟ หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแต—แตƒโฟแตˆโธด แต‡แต˜แต— สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โ€ง "แดบแต’แต— หขแต’ แถ แตƒหขแต—!" แ”†แตƒโฑแตˆ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑแตแต–แตƒแถœแต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สฐโฑแต— แตแต’สณแต‰ โฑโฟแต—แต‰โฟหขแต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต หขแต‰แต—แต—หกแต‰โ€ง "แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒโฟ แดต แตแต’ สฐแต’แตแต‰ หขโฑโฟแถœแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แต’แต˜สณ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หข แดนสณโ€ง แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟโ€ง" แ”†แ‘ซแต˜โฑแตˆสทแตƒสณแตˆ แต‡แต‰โฟแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— แตแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฒแต˜หขแต— แตแต‰แต— สทแต‰หกหก สณแต‰หขแต—แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แต—แต’หกแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰โฟ หกแต‰แถ แต—โ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต—แตƒหกแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒ แตแต’แตแต‰โฟแต— แตƒหกแต’โฟแต‰?" "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แตแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰แต หขแต–แตƒแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดต สณแต‰แตแต‰แตแต‡แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต‡แต˜แต‡แต‡หกแต‰ แต‡แตƒหขหขโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ แดต แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—แต’ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สทแตƒหข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜โธด แดต หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แตแต‰แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟแตˆแตƒโฟแตแต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ  แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—แต—หกแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— แถ แต’สณ แตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แตโฟแต’สท สทสฐสธ สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แถœสณสธโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แต‚แต‰'แต›แต‰ หขแต–แต‰โฟแต— สฐแตƒหกแถ  แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณแต แตˆแตƒสธ แถ แต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต—โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต’แต˜แต— แถœแต’หกแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต’แต— สฐโฑแต—โ€ง แ”†แต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต˜แตแตแต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— หขแ‘ซแต˜แต‰แต‰แถปแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—โฑแตสฐแต—หกสธ สฐแตƒสณแตˆ!" "แ”†แต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต’หกแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต’แถ  แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แถ แถ โฑแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดณแต’แต—แต—แตƒ หกแต’แถœแต แต˜แต–โธด แต‡แต’สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’แตแต‰?" "สธแต‰หขโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†สฐแต‰หกแตˆแต’โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต‡แต‰แต‰โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‡สณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑโฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต‡สณแต˜โฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แตƒแตแต’แต‰แต‡แตƒ แต–แต˜แต–แต–สธ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แตสณแต‰แต‰แต— สฐโฑหข แต’สทโฟแต‰สณโ€ง "แดผสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แดต โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แต‰หกหก สธแต’แต˜ หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰ แตสธ หขโฑแตˆแต‰!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต’สทโฟ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต’แถ แตƒโ€ง "แดฌ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ สทแตƒหข แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ สฐแตƒสณแต แตแต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟสฒแต˜สณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด หกแต‰แต— แตแต‰ แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โ€ง แ”†แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜หขแต—แต’แตแต‰สณ แต—สฐสณแต‰สท แต—สฐแต‰ แถ โฑสณหขแต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหข แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต— แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแตแต‰ โฟแตƒแต–แตโฑโฟ แตˆโฑหขแต–แต‰โฟหขแต‰สณโธด หขแต—แตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ สณแต‰แตˆ แถ สณแต’แต สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต‰แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐแต‰สณ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโ€ง to be cont. Pt. 2
๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ž๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜› ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. โœฆ๐“‚… ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด..โ˜พ โ‹†
โˆฉโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โˆฉ || เป’๊’ฐโ  เพ€เฝฒ ๏ฝกโ—ž ห” โ—Ÿ ๊’ฑเพ€เฝฒ ๐ฐแถปz | ๏พ‰ ๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃเญจเญง๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃ๏ผผ ๏พ‰ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€ ๏ผผ ๏ผผใ€€ใ€€||๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃ โ™ก๏ฟฃ๏ฟฃ || ใ€€ ๏ผผ ๏พ‰||โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•||
whumpster-dumpster: A whumpee stirring from a deep, medicine-induced sleep to the sound of muffled voices. Trying to pry their eyes open to see who it is but their resolve is too weak, their eyelids too heavy. Their head lolls sideways on the pillow as they draw a slow, sluggish breath, mumbling unintelligibly. Where am I? Whatโ€™s happening? Their mouth wonโ€™t properly form the words. The voices pause, hesitate, and then a warm hand is stroking their face and hair. โ€œNo, noโ€ฆshhhh. Shh, itโ€™s alright. Itโ€™s nothing,โ€ a soothing voice whispers, lulling them back down. โ€œGo back to sleep.โ€
โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โกคโ คโ †โ โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ ฐโ คโ คโฃ„โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โกดโ –โ ‹โขโฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ คโฃ€โก€โ ‰โ ‘โ ฒโข„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ –โ ‹โขโฃ โ –โ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ ณโขถโฃ„โฃ€โ ‰โ ณโขคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโ ‹โ โฃ โ –โ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ “โข„โก€โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฐโ ‹โ €โฃ โ žโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โฃ„โ €โ ™โขฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โข€โกžโ โข€โฃดโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขทโก€โ €โ ฑโก„โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โข โ โ €โข€โกพโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขณโฃ„โ €โ นโฃ„โ €โ € โ €โข โกŸโ ˜โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโขนโ €โ ™โก„โ € โ €โกผโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ฟโฃฟโฃทโฃถโฃคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃคโฃถโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃ‚โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ƒโ €โ ฑโก€ โข โ ‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ โกถโ Ÿโ ›โ ›โ ›โ ฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ ‹โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ™โขทโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก‡ โฃผโ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โกฟโ ‹โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โ €โ €โ ˜โขฟโกŸโฃฟโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโฃฟโ โฃฟโ โ €โข€โฃ โฃคโฃ€โ €โ €โ นโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฝ โกŸโ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโก‡โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโ €โ €โ ˜โฃทโ ˆโ ปโฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ Ÿโ โขธโก‡โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ €โ €โฃฟโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆ โก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ธโฃงโ €โ €โ ˆโ ›โ ›โ ‹โ €โ €โฃฐโฃฟโกขโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โขดโฃปโฃฟโฃทโก€โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‹โ ‰โ €โ €โฃฐโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข  โขนโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โขทโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โกดโ ‹โ ™โ ฟโ ณโขคโฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โฃผโฃทโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ ˆโขฟโฃฆโฃ€โก€โ €โฃ€โฃ โ พโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ €โ € โ ˆโฃฆโฃคโกพโ ถโ ถโ –โ ’โ ›โ ›โ ฟโฃถโฃฟโขฟโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃคโฃฆโฃฟโฃทโฃคโฃคโฃถโ โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃผโกฟโขทโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃถโฃพโ ›โขทโฃ„โ „ โ €โฃผโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขฐโขฟโก‡โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ›โ ƒโ €โ €โฃฐโขถโก‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โขปโก„ โ €โกโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‹โฃธโฃทโฃถโฃคโฃ€โฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃคโฃถโฃพโฃฟโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโฃท โ €โฃทโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โฃฟโกโ ‰โ ‰โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ›โ ปโ ฟโ ฟโ ถโ ถโ ถโ พโ ฟโ ฟโ Ÿโ ›โ ›โ ‹โ ‰โ โขˆโฃฟโฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โกฟ โ €โ ธโฃงโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกฟโ ‰โ ปโฃฆโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโ Ÿโ โ ˜โขทโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โกฟโ  โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ฒโ คโฃคโ ถโ Ÿโ ‹โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ทโฃคโฃ€โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃคโ พโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขฟโฃทโกถโ –โ ›โ โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ “โขคโก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ™โ ›โ ฒโ ฆโ คโ คโ คโ คโ –โ šโ ‹โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃดโ žโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ™โ ขโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โ ถโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ‰โ ’โ คโข€โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ€โฃ โ ถโ ›โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ “โ ’โ ฒโ คโ คโ คโ ดโ ฆโ ”โ ’โ ›โ ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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Sleep When You're in Pain (Chronic or Acute) Sleep on your back if you have lower back pain. Some individuals may benefit from placing a pillow under their knees while in this position. Elevating the knees can take pressure off the lower back. Sleep on your side if you have neck pain. Sleep on your left side to improve your digestion. People who find side sleeping helpful during their period may benefit from placing a pillow between their knees. Experimenting with different pillow positions can help. If you have stomach cramps, try drawing your knees up to your chest in the foetal position, which may help. This position involves lying on the side and tucking the legs toward the chest. You can also sleep on your back propped up with pillows to relieve heartburn. If you have pain due to gas, try laying on your back to relieve some of the pressure off of your stomach. https://www.wikihow.health/Sleep-when-You%27re-in-Pain
แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ ' *แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰* ' แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง" แดดแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆ? แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต–แต˜หกหกโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’สณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแต โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หข แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แตƒสทแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณโปแต›โฑหกหกแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜สธหข แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แถ แต— หขแต–แต’แต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แตสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต‰สธแต‰ แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดตแถ  สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰; สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สณแต‰แต–หกสธ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" ' *หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต* ' "โ€งโ€งโ€งแถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แถ แตƒหขแต—โ€ฝ" แต‚สฐโฑหขแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขโฟแต’สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ หกโฑแตแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒหกแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แตแต‰แต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰หขโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แต’แถ  แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สฐแต‰ สทสฐแตƒหกแต‰โ€ง แดตโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด หขสฐแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต–แต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แ”†แต—แต’แต–' สฐแต‰ หขแตƒสธหข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต’โฟหกสธ หกแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต‰แตˆ โฑโฟ สณแต‰หขแต–แต’โฟหขแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขสฐแต’สทหข แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดดแต‰หกแต– แตแต‰!' แดดแต‰ แถœแตƒหกหกแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต— โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰หกแถ !' แดฟแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰แตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—แตแตƒสณแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰โฟแต’แต˜แตสฐ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดดโฑหข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข สทแต’แตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ?" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง สธแต‰แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแตƒแตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต หขแต—แตƒสณแต— แต‡แต˜สณโฟ แต’โฟ แถ โฑสณแต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แตแต’แต— แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ โฑสณหขแต—โธด แต‡แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง 'แดณแต’แต’แตˆแต‡สธแต‰!' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข หขสฐแตƒแตโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆโธด แตˆโฑหขแต—สณแต‰หขหขแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง แดดแต’สทแต‰แต›แต‰สณโธด สฐโฑหข หขแถœแตƒสณแต‰แตˆ แต›แต’โฑแถœแต‰ แตแตƒแตˆแต‰ สทแตƒสธ โฑโฟแต—แต’ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ!' แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒหกหก แต’แต˜แต— หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถœแต’โฟหขแต˜แตแต‰แตˆ แต‡สธ แต—สฐแต‰ แถ หกแตƒแตแต‰หข โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโ€ง 'แดบแต’!' 'สธแต’แต˜ แตƒสณแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก หขแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง "แดบแต’!" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต’แต˜แต—โธด แต—สฐแต‰โฟ สทแตƒแตโฑโฟแต แต˜แต–โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต หขโฑแต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สฐแต‰สธโธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰ แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต‡แต‰ แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โธด สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดฟแต‰แตƒหกโฑหขโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— สฐแตƒแตˆ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰แตแต‡สณแตƒแถœแต‰แตˆ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ; แดต สฒแต˜หขแต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตแต— แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก สฐแต˜สณแต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหกหก แต‡แต‰แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต’แถ  แตแต‰โ€ง" "แดตแต— สทแตƒหข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต; โฑแต—โ€™หข แตƒหกหก แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง แดต แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดดแต’โฟแต‰หขแต—หกสธ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แดพแต‰แตƒสณหก แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‰แตƒแต—หข แตแต‰แตƒแต—โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ สทแต’สณสณโฑแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— โฑแถ  แต’โฟ สฐแต‰สณ แตˆโฑแต‰แต—โ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท สฐแต‰สณโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แถœสณโฑแต‰หข แตˆสทโฑโฟแตˆหกแต‰ แตƒหข หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต’หกแตˆหข สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แต‚สฐแต‰โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แดต สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแต แดต หกโฑแตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แถ แต˜โฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแตหขโธด หกโฑแตแต‰ สฒแต‰หกหกสธแถ โฑหขสฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแตƒแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ หขแตแตƒหกหก หขแตโฑหกแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธ หขแต˜แถœสฐ แตƒหข หขแถœโฑแต‰โฟแต—โฑแถ โฑแถœ โฑโฟแต›แต‰โฟแต—โฑแต’โฟหขโธด แต’สณ แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแต˜หขโฑโฟแต แต›แต‰โฟแตแต‰แตƒโฟแถœแต‰ แต—แต’ สธแต’แต˜สณ แต‰โฟแต‰แตโฑแต‰หข; สทสฐแตƒแต—แต‰แต›แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ แถ โฑโฟแตˆ แต‰โฟสฒแต’สธแตƒแต‡หกแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สฐแต˜แตแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตโ€ง แดตหข แต—สฐแต‰ หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— สฐแต‰ แถœแตƒโฟ แตˆแต’โธด แถ แต’สณ แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโ€ง
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃ โฃดโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃถโฃ„โก€โ €โ €โข€โฃ โฃถโฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโฃฆโฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โข€โฃพโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฆโฃดโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃทโก€โ €โ € โ €โ €โฃผโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃงโ €โ € โ €โ €โฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ €โ € โ €โ €โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ €โ € โ €โ €โ ธโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ ‡โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ นโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˜โขฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโกฟโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ Œโ ˆ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ปโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโฃฟโ Ÿโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โขฟโกฟโ ‹โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โขโ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โ €
~ Considering your sensory needs- pack a bag with sensory aids such as headphones, earplugs, coloured glasses, stim tools, ice, comfort items and so on to support your comfort whilst at your appointment. Considering your communication needs- perhaps take a trusted friend or family to support with verbal communication, a hospital passport that you can share with staff or notes including scripted comments or responses that you can refer to during the appointment as verbal speech. Wear suitable clothing or dress that can be easily taken on and off. To minimise uncertainty, research what is involved in the procedure before attending so that you have a good idea what to expect. Write out a list of questions to avoid relying on memory during a potentially stressful experience. Plan your travel route in advance and leave plenty of time to get to your appointment to minimise anxiety and allow time to adjust to the environment upon arrival. Engage in calming, grounding techniques prior to the appointment start time. During: whilst at the appointment it may be helpful to ~ Ask for the nurse practitioner to talk you through the procedure in full before it commences, preferably with use of images or demonstrations with relevant equipment. Be open about which aspects of the experience you might struggle with as an Autistic person and request particular adjustments. Engage in grounding techniques such as mindful breathing. Hold on to a stim object that is comforting or acts as a stress reliever. Listen to music to support self-regulation. Share your concerns or worries with the nurse practitioner to invite reassurance or helpful advice. Remember your reason for attending and why it is important for you. Aftercare: following the procedure, it is a good idea to plan in some time for self-care and self-regulation, some ideas might include ~ Get yourself into a sensory safe space where things feel predictable and calm (for e.g. a quiet room with dim lighting, weighted blanket etc). Arrange to debrief/chat to a friend or another supportive person about your experience after leaving your appointment. Arrange to meet with a trusted person following the procedure to support you with getting back home or perhaps to do something you might enjoy together. Engage in your dedicated interest. Acknowledge your achievement in attending and getting through the appointment. Journal about your experience to help with emotional processing. Engage in your favourite stim to release any tension that may remain in your body. Allow yourself to physically rest or sleep once back at home.
๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ โ€œPlankton can you at least come out and do the dishes?โ€ Karen says. Her husband Plankton has been working at his desk, trying to plan and scheme. She brought him his meals for the past two days. He stayed up all night! โ€œHoney?โ€ No response. So she decided to go check on him. She goes to peek through the door. Plankton sat at his desk, slumped over, fast asleep. She saw his head nodded to the side, resting on his arm. A soft snore echoed in the silence. She noticed he was drooling a bit from his open mouth onto a stack of crumpled papers. Karen approached him. "Plankton," she cooed, placing her hand on his shoulder. He didn't budge. Karen gently shook him, but his snores grew louder. โ€œCโ€™mon, sweetie, time to wake up.โ€ She whispered, but his sleep was unyielding. With a gentle tug on the shoulder, she managed to pull his body upright, a line of drool still connecting his mouth to the paper. "Come on, Plankton," she said more firmly, this time her hand on his cheek, her thumb wiping away the drool, head lolling backward with a snort. โ€œPlankton, darling, please come to bed. You have been working so hard. Letโ€™s get some rest,โ€ she urged with a smile. But Plankton was too deeply asleep to hear her soft voice. His eye remained closed. With a sigh, Karen decided to get him up out of this chair herself. She took his arm and began to lift his weight from the chair. Plankton's body resisted, his head falling to her side with a dull thud. Karen chuckled, his snoring now vibrating. She managed to get him out of the chair. "Just a few steps, love," she murmured, but Plankton's snores grew like a crescendo in an orchestra. His limp body leaned into her like a ragdoll with no bones. She hoists him up on her shoulder, his arm dangling loosely, his snores growing rhythmic like a lullaby in a cartoon. The room was a mess, papers scattered like tiny white waves across the ocean of their living room. She stepped over them carefully, not wanting to wake his slumbering form. His office chair screeched as she pushed it aside with her foot, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in the quiet of the night. Plankton's arm slid off Karen's shoulder. She giggled nervously, his snoring now a symphony of sounds. She readjusted her grip, his head lolling against her. "Almost there," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of love and exasperation. The bedroom door creaked open like the entrance to a secret passage. Plankton's snores were a gentle soundtrack to the silent dance of her struggle. The bed looked like a mountain from here. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the climb. With his arm slung over her neck, his body limp, she began the ascent. Step by step, she inched closer. As she reached the bed, he slipped again, this time his head lolling back to hang over the edge of the mattress. โ€œOh no, you donโ€™t!โ€ she exclaimed, his weight making her stumble. With a laugh that was half exhaustion, half endearment, she tugged him up and laid him down gently. Karen watched his chest rise and fall in deep sleep. The room was dimly lit by the moon, his snores a soothing white noise in the quiet.
Sometimes, stomach acid goes up into your esophagus, the tube that connects your mouth and stomach. Thatโ€™s called heartburn. If itโ€™s also an issue, sleep with your head slightly raised. It may also help to avoid or limit: Peppermint, chocolate, garlic, and tomatoes Tight clothes Meals within 2 or 3 hours of bedtime Lying down right after a meal Instead: Sleep on your left side. This position seems to help reduce nighttime heartburn symptoms Wear loose-fitting clothes. Tight clothes, especially near your waist, can put pressure on your stomach, leading to heartburn symptoms. Chew gum. Chewing gum encourages the production of saliva, which can soothe your esophagus and wash acid down into your stomach. Choose a flavor other than peppermint, which may worsen heartburn in some people. While the main symptom of GERD is reflux, a number of symptoms may accompany this condition. Heartburn: A painful burning sensation in the chest is the most common symptom Trusted Source Merck Manual First published in 1899 as a small reference book for physicians and pharmacists, the Manual grew in size and scope to become one of the most widely used comprehensive medical resources for professionals and consumers. View Source of GERD, but not all cases of GERD involve heartburn. Regurgitation: Another common symptom of GERD is regurgitation, which means a small amount of stomach acid and sometimes bits of food come up into the mouth or back of the throat. Sore throat: When stomach acid rises to the mouth and throat, it can cause coughing and a feeling of choking. This often leads to a sore throat and, for some people, difficulty swallowing, known as dysphagia. Chest pain: On top of the discomfort from heartburn, GERD can cause radiating chest pain
https://www.rcoa.ac.uk/sites/default/files/documents/2022-06/12-SedationExp2021web.pdf
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3378217/
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แต€สฐแต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ "แต€สณแต˜แต—สฐ แต’สณ แตˆแตƒสณแต‰โธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡?" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แตƒแต— แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡'หข สฐแต’แต˜หขแต‰โ€ง "แดฐแตƒสณแต‰!" "แดต แตˆแตƒสณแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แตโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แถœสฐแตƒโฟแตแต‰ แตสธ แตโฑโฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สณแต˜แต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต‰หกหก แตแต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต— แต—สณแต˜หกสธ แตแต’แต‰หข โฑโฟแต—แต’ แตƒ แตสณแตƒแต‡แต‡สธ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดบโฑแถœแต‰ แต—สณสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ! แดต สณแตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ หกแต’หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแตƒแตแต‰ แต—สฐแตƒโฟ แตสธ สฒแต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก หขแต‰แต‰ แตสธหขแต‰หกแถ  แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰โฟโ€ง" แ”†แต˜แตˆแตˆแต‰โฟหกสธโธด หกโฑแตสฐแต—โฟโฑโฟแต หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰แต แต‡แต’แต—สฐโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สฒแต˜แตแต–แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดดแต‰สธ โฑแต—'หข สฒแต˜หขแต— แตƒ สณแตƒโฑโฟหขแต—แต’สณแตโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒโฟ แดต หขแต—แตƒสธ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ แต–แตƒหขหขแต‰หข?" "สธแต‰หข แต’แถ  แถœแต’แต˜สณหขแต‰!" แดดแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณแต’แต˜หข แถ หกแตƒหขสฐแต‰หข แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทสฐโฑแตแต–แต‰สณแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดตแต—'หกหก แต–แตƒหขหขโธด โฟแต’ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ แตƒแถ สณแตƒโฑแตˆโ€ง แต‚แต‰'สณแต‰ แต—แต’แตแต‰แต—สฐแต‰สณโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ โฑแต—'หข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— แต—โฑแตแต‰; แตแตƒสธ แต‡แต‰ โฑแต—'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แต‡สธ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒโฑแตˆ หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แถ สณโฑแตสฐแต—แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดดแต‰ แตแต’แต— แตƒ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ หขสฐแตƒสณแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜แถœสฐโ€ง แดฎแต˜แต— สธแต‰แต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆโฟ'แต— หขหกแต‰แต‰แต–โ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœหกแต‰แตแต‰โฟแต— สทแต‰แตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ แตแต‰แต–แต— หขแต—แตƒสณแต—หกโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตƒหกหก โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดดแต‰ สฐแต˜แตˆแตˆหกแต‰แตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด สทสฐแต’'หข แ”†หกแต‰แต‰แต–โฑโฟแต แต—สฐสณแต’แต˜แตสฐแต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ สทแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต— สฐแต‰'หข หขแถœแตƒสณแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟแต‰หฃแต— แตˆแตƒสธ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต—สฐแต˜โฟแตˆแต‰สณโฑโฟแต หขแต—แต’แต–แต–แต‰แตˆโธด แต—สฐแต‰ สณแตƒโฑโฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต—โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ โฟแต’ หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒแต— แตƒหกหก หกแตƒหขแต— โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง แดฎแต‰หขโฑแตˆแต‰หข แต—สฐแต‰ สณแตƒโฑโฟแถ แตƒหกหกโธด แต—สฐแต‰ แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต—แต’สณแต หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข สทแต‰สณแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰ หกโฑแตสฐแต— สณแต˜แตแต‡หกโฑโฟแต โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆโฑหขแต—แตƒโฟแถœแต‰โ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แตˆแต’ หขแต’แตแต‰ แถœสฐแตƒสณแตƒแตˆแต‰หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒแถœแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—สณแต˜แตแตหกแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแต—แถœสฐโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ แตƒ แตโฑแตแต‰?" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด สธแต’แต˜ แตโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰ แต—แต’ แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแตƒแต—สฐแต‰สณ แตƒหกหก แตƒโฟสธ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ สฐแต‰'แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ แต—แต˜สณโฟโธด แต—สณสธโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆแตƒโฟแถœแต‰โ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ สณแต‰หขแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แถ แตƒหกแต—แต‰สณแต‰แตˆ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แตƒหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแต˜แตสฐแต— สฐโฑแต หขแต—แต‰แตƒแตˆโฑหกสธ สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐแต‰ แถœแต’แต˜หกแตˆ แถ แตƒหกหกโ€ง แดฎแตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰/แตƒหกแต‰สณแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทแตƒหข แต—แตƒแตแต‰โฟ แต—แต’ แตƒ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโ€ง "แดฎแต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—แต’สณแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แต‡แต‰ แต—แตƒแตโฑโฟแต แตแต’แต’แตˆ แถœแตƒสณแต‰ แต’แถ  สธแต’แต˜!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตƒหขหขแต˜สณแต‰ สฐโฑแตโธด แต‡แต’แต—สฐ สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐแตƒโฟแตˆหขโ€ง แดฑสธแต‰ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต’แต–แต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ สฐแตƒแตˆโฟแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐ แต—แต’ แตƒสณแตแต˜แต‰โ€ง แต€สฐแต‰ สณแตƒโฑโฟแถ แตƒหกหก แตแตƒแตโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แตแต’สณแต‰ แตˆสณแต’สทหขสธโธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒแต— แต‡แตƒแถœแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแต แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณโธด แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ สณแต’แถœแตโฑโฟแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโธด หขแต‰แต‰โฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต โฑแตแตแต‰แตˆโฑแตƒแต—แต‰หกสธ แถ แตƒหกหก โฑโฟแต—แต’ แตƒ แตˆแต‰แต‰แต– หขหกแต‰แต‰แต– โฑโฟหขแต—แตƒโฟแต—หกสธโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก สฐแต’หกแตˆโฑโฟแต สฐโฑหข สฐแตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แถ หกโฑโฟแถœสฐ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰แตƒแถœสฐแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แตแต’แต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดดแตƒแต›แต‰ แตƒ แตแต’แต’แตˆ โฟแตƒแต–โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แต—สฐแต‰ หกแตƒแต—แต‰ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณโฟแต’แต’โฟ แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแตƒโฑโฟ หกแต‰แต— แต˜แต–โ€ง "แต‚แตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—?" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหข แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง"
Muscles relax during sleep, including those in the face. The nervous system relaxes when we go into a deep sleep, which can also cause our facial muscles to relax. This can lead to our mouths falling open and drool escaping from the sides of our mouths. Also saliva can spill out of your mouth as drool when your facial muscles relax in your sleep like if the mouth falls open. Since the muscles around your mouth are relaxed, your mouth can be relaxed enough that saliva slips out. Once in sleep cycle, your bodyโ€™s muscles, including those in your face and mouth, start to relax, often resulting in less swallowing and more drool. But sometimes when you're asleep, your brain forgets to tell your throat and mouth muscles to swallow, causing saliva to commute from your mouth to your pillow. As you sleep, your body enters a state of relaxation and restoration. This means that your muscles relax โ€“ including all of the muscles and tissues in the airway. When these tissues relax, they may fall back into the airway, partially blocking your ability to breathe normally. Sometimes causes your throat to compress as your tongue falls further back into your airway and the open space behind your tongue and soft palate is reduced. Inhaled air becomes turbulent. Directly inhaled air vibrates the soft tissues at the back of your mouth Though breathing is an involuntary function and it may be difficult to control how your breathe while sleeping, if you sleep on your side, the saliva collects in the side of your mouth and the reflex does not kick in to get rid of the drool. However, if you sleep on your back, saliva collects in the back of the throat and leads to automatic swallowing action. If you breathe through partially blocked nose, greater suction forces are created that can cause your throat to collapse and bring on snoring where your uvula and soft palate start to flap. When we fall asleep, many muscles in our body relax. This is true of the muscles in our airway, since not fully conscious. When you doze off and progress from a light sleep to a deep sleep, the muscles in the roof of your mouth (soft palate), tongue and/or throat relax more. This usually happens when the muscles in your body (including your face) relax during sleep, especially during your REM cycle. When this happens, your jaw falls slack and your mouth falls open.
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SWEET CWEAM pt. 7 โ€œSo SpongeBob heard all of it?โ€ He demands. Karen nods, her amusement obvious. "Everything. Even your snoring..โ€ Plankton's face goes from flushed to beet-red. "Iโ€ฆ what?" he asks, his voice tiny and ashamed. "You don't remember snoring?" Karen asks, barely keeping a straight face. "It was quite the symphony." Plankton's eye widened in horror. "Snoring?" he repeats, not wanting to believe it. "And in front of Sponge Bob?" Karen nods, her laughter bubbling over. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice full of affection. "It was the cutest..." "Cute? This isn't cute, Karen!" He interrupts, his voice rising in disbelief. The embarrassment is palpable in his tone. โ€œAnd besides, I donโ€™t snore!โ€ Her laughter dies down to a chuckle. "Well, you did yesterday," she says, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Whether or not you do, you did." Plankton's face contorts in a mixture of denial and embarrassment. He can't believe what he's hearing, his mind reeling from the revelation. "But... I... snore?" he stammers, his voice a feeble protest. Karen nods, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You sure did, Plankton," she says, her tone teasing. The color in his cheeks deepens to a crimson red, his eye wide with disbelief. "But... but I don't snore!" Karen's laughter rolls out like a wave, filling the room with warmth. "Maybe not usually," she says, her smile playful. "But yesterday, ohโ€ฆ" Plankton's mind races, trying to grasp the concept. "But how could I not know?" he asks, his voice a mix of indignation and confusion, a desperate whisper. "But I didn't really mean whatโ€™s been supposedly said, right?" His eye darts between her and the now-dark TV screen. "I was just... you know, saying things?" Karen's laughter softens into a warm smile. "You did mean it, Plankton," she says, her tone gentle. "At least your subconscious did. It's just the anesthesia that made it come out so... clearly." His face falls, his eye drooping. "So, it's true?" he whispers. The humiliation washes over him like a cold shower, his pride dampened by the knowledge that his deepest thoughts were laid bare for all to see, even if it was just Sponge Bob and his wife. Karen nods, her screen sparkling with amusement. "But it's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just part of the anesthesia. And besides, you looked so cute and happy, not to mention snoring away.." Just then, SpongeBob comes back to check and visit. "Hi Plankton!" he says cheerfully, his voice like a trumpet in the quiet room. Plankton's head snaps up, his heart racing at the sight of his friend. "Thponge Bob," he slurs, his voice barely audible. "How uh, how are ya?" Sponge Bob's smile is warm and welcoming. "I'm great, Plankton! How are you feeling?" Plankton's eye darts to Karen, who's still smiling, before returning to his friend. "I'm... I'm ok," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. The embarrassment of his earlier admission weighs heavily on his shoulders. Sponge Bob notices the change in his demeanor. "You don't seem like it," he says gently. "Is everything okay?" Plankton's throat is tight with nerves. He swallows hard, his eye darting to Karen and back. "I... I had a bit of a... a misunderstanding," he says, his words stumbling over each other like a tangled mess of seaweed. Sponge Bob's face is a canvas of curiosity. "A misunderstanding?" he repeats, his voice innocent. "What kind of misunderstanding?" Plankton's eye narrows slightly, his cheeks still flushed. "Well, I... I don't really remember much from after the surgery," he says, his voice a mix of apology and hope. "But Karen says I... I talked a lot." Sponge Bob's grin doesn't waver. "Oh, you sure did, Plankton!" he says, his voice filled with warmth. "You had some pretty interesting stories to tell." Plankton's eye darts to the floor, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry if I... if I said anything weird," he mumbles, his voice tiny and unsure. He's never been one to show his vulnerable side, especially to Sponge Bob, whose good nature he often finds infectious. Sponge Bob's face lights up like a jellyfish in the night. "Weird?" he repeats, his voice filled with innocence. "What do you mean, weird?" Plankton's eye darts around the room, anywhere but at Sponge Bob's gazing eyes. "I... I just meant, you know, things that might not make sense," he says, his voice trailing off. Sponge Bob nods slowly, his smile remaining in place. "Oh, I remember," he says, his voice soft and understanding. "You talked about flying and being a dolphin. It was like listening to a fairy tale!" Plankton's eye flutters shut with relief. "Oh," he breathes. "So I didn't say..." Sponge Bob's smile doesn't fade. "Well, you said you loved to see me," he says, his voice innocent. "But I knew if you meant it, Plankton. You're my best friend too!" Plankton's face is a whirlwind of emotions: embarrassment, relief, and a strange kind of warmth that spreads through his chest. He swallows hard, his throat thick with unspoken words. He's not one to be so open, but the medicine has clearly stripped him of his usual reserve. Karen watches the exchange with love. The rare moment of vulnerability and friendship was something she never knew Plankton was capable of showing. It was a side of him she had never seen before, and it was beautiful. "So, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his grin as wide as his face, "You're a dolphin, huh? I never knew dolphins snored..โ€ Plankton's face is a mask of horror. "Youโ€ฆ" he croaks. Sponge Bob nods, his eyes twinkling. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice soothing. "But it was really sweet to hear you s..." "Snoring?" Plankton interrupts, his voice higher than usual. "You heard meโ€ฆ snoring?" Karen nods, her screen shining with amusement. "But don't worry, it's all part of the recovery process. You needed that rest." Sponge Bob chuckles, his body wobbling with laughter. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice a comfort. "Many people snore sometimes." Plankton's eye narrows slightly, his pride stinging. "But not me," he mumbles, his voice barely a murmur. "I'm not a snorer." Sponge Bob's laughter fills the room, his body wobbling with mirth. "Oh, but you were, Plankton! It was adorable!" Karen's smile is like a beam of sunlight cutting through the embarrassment. "It was, wasn't it?" she says, her voice chiming in with Sponge Bob's laughter. Plankton's face is a map of humiliation, but his mind is racing. He's not one to let his guard down, especially in front of Sponge Bob. "But...but... I'm not one to snore!" he protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen's eyes crinkle with laughter. "Well, you did," she says, her voice teasing. "But don't worry, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Sponge Bob nods in agreement. "You looked so peaceful," he adds, his voice warm. Plankton's curiosity gets the better of him, yet not sure if he's ready for the answer. "Can I... can I see the video?" he asks, his voice tentative. Karen's laughter fades into a smile, and she nods, pulling out her phone. "But only if you promise not to get too embarrassed," she warns, her thumbs quickly navigating to the saved clip. The screen lights up with a sleeping Plankton, his snores like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Sponge Bob smiles quietly beside him, his body shaking in silent amusement. Plankton watches in horror, his eye wide as his snores echo through the room, his mouth hanging open. Karen hits pause, her smile still in place. "See?" she says, her voice soft. Plankton's cheeks burn with mortification. "I... I can't believe it," he stammers. "I... I snore?" Sponge Bob's laugh softens into a chuckle. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." Plankton nods slowly, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He takes a deep breath, trying to reclaim some of his usual composure. "I... I guess you're right," he says, his voice a little stronger. Karen's smile doesn't waver. "Of course," she says, placing a hand on his. "Now, let's get some more ice cream.."
๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—œ๐—ญ๐—˜ ๐—œ๐—ฆ ๐Ÿ•๐‘ค #๐’๊ญ‘ ๐—Œฯ…ฯโฑบโฑบ๐—‹๐—๐—Œ แ‘ฒฯ…แฅฃแฅฃ๐—’๐“ฃ๐—€โท
โก โ คโข„โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โก€โก€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โฃ€โข€โก โฃ”โข€โฃˆโฃ€โฃ โก€โ €โ €โ € โกโ €โกโขโกŸโ โก—โ —โก‚โกโ โ “โกŸโฃ†โ โฃ€โฃคโฃฆโ ฟโ —โ ’โฃคโก…โขƒโขโ ‚โ †โข’โ ‚โ €โข€โกฐโ €โ €โข€ โฃโฃโฃ€โฃโฃˆโฃฝโกโฃ โก–โฃถโฃƒโฃ‘โก‘โฃ‚โฃ‹โฃ‹โฃ“โฃŠโฃ‚โฃ“โ €โ €โ €โ €โฃจโก„โ โ ƒโกŒโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ  โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โฃนโ €โกโก”โก‡โ €โ „โ โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโฃฟโฃฏโฃ„โกŸโ โก‚โ โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ถโข‹โขฟโขŸโ ซโกฏโ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกคโ Šโ €โขขโ ฎโก™โขโ ˆโ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ ƒโ €โก„โก‡โ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ŽโกŸโกƒโกฟโ ฝโ โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขโ Žโขดโฃฝโ …โ €โ „โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ Žโกฐโก’โขƒโก„โ ‰โข€โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โ Šโกโ โกฑโ ฃโ €โ €โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก€โกโขฑโ โขผโ ›โฃ€โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ โ €โฃ„โกœโขโขƒโก”โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกฐโ โ „โขโ ›โ ‚โก โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก”โ ƒโฃถโ …โ ’โฃ˜โ –โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃโฃ„โกฟโฃฟโ ’โกพโ ƒโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข โ โ ‡โกฟโฃโกฆโก„โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก–โฃ›โฃซโฃโฃญโฃฟโกโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ žโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €
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โ คโข โกŸโ โขปโก„โ €โ €โ โ  โ €โ €โ €โ „โ ‚โ  โ €โ €โ „โข โฃคโฃคโฃฆโ ผโขžโ ‡โ  โ ˆโฃปโกถ โ ›โ ‹โ โ โ €โ ™โ šโ ›โฃฒโ ถโ €โ €โ „โข„โ ‰โฃถโ โ €โ €โ €โ ™โขงโฃ„โ €โ €โ …โ €โ โขˆโ   โฃ†โ €โ €โก€โ  โ €โข โกžโ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ €โข™โฃงโ €โ จโขโ จโข€โ ธ โฃฝโ €โ ธโฃฟโกฟโ €โขธโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โขธโก‡โ €โฃ€โฃ’โขฆโฃ†โ ก โฃฏโกถโ Ÿโ ‰โ ‘โ ขโขคโฃงโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โขธโ ทโ ›โ โ €โ ‘โ ฉโข› โ โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ  โ  โข‚ โ €โ €โ ”โข–โ โข€โ ‚โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โกŠโ ฒโ €โ ˆโ „ โ €โ ‡โ €โ €โ †โ พโ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ โ ˆโ €โ €โก€ โขˆโ โ €โฃ€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ คโข„ โ €โ โ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โก โข€โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โ €โ ˜โข€ โ โก’โฃœโขฟโก„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ โ €โข€โกžโขปโฃ†โ Šโ   โฃ‰โฃฝโ ‹โ €โ ฝโฃ„โฃ€โฃ„โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โข€โฃ€โฃ€โกพโ โขพโฃฟโฃฟโฃง โ ‰โ €โข€โ €โ ˆโก€โ ‰โฃˆโ ฟโ โ €โ €โ โข†โ โข€โ †โ €โ €โ ˜โขฟโฃ‰โ ‰โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โ ‹โข  โฃถโ €โ  โ €โ €โขโฃพโ ‰โ €โ €โ €โก€โ €โ ˆโ ‚โ Šโ €โ €โ €โ €โ ˆโ ™โขถโก„โ €โ €โ €โข€โ ‚โฃพ โก—โขจโฃฅโฃฆโฃŒโกˆโฃนโก„โ €โ €โ €โ กโ €โ €โ €โข€โ ˆโ โ €โ ˆโ €โ €โฃธโ ƒโ €โฃ€โฃคโก€โ „โฃป
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 7 (Autistic author) Sponge Bob leaves, and it's bed time. The room is dimly lit. Karen helps Plankton into bed, his movements stiff and unyielding. "Pattern," he murmurs, his eye scanning the ceiling. "Ceiling. Pattern." Karen nods with love. "It's beautiful," she agrees, her voice soft. "But Plankton, it's time for bed. Can I get you anything?" He shakes his head, his antennas drooping slightly. "No, thank Karen. Pattern. Sleep." Karen nods, aching for the man she loves, now lost in a world of patterns and precision. "I'll be here if you need me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his gaze never leaving the ceiling. "Pattern," he murmurs. "Safe." Karen lies beside him, their bodies close but their worlds feeling so far apart. She reaches out, her hand trembling as it touches his arm. "Do you want me to turn the lights off?" she asks, her voice tight with uncertainty. Plankton nods, his gaze still on the ceiling. "Pattern," he murmurs. "No patterns. Sleep." Karen nods, her fingers tracing the outline of his arm, feeling the tension in his body ease slightly. She gently pulls the blanket up to his chin, tucking it in around him. "Okay, I'll keep the light off low," she says, her voice soothing. "But if you need anything, just let me know." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Pattern," he murmurs. "Sleep." Karen nods, her own exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. She lies down. "I'll be right here," she whispers, her hand finding its way to his. Plankton's antennae twitch again as he feels her warmth, the sensation unexpected and slightly overwhelming. "Karen," he says, his voice sleepy. "Warmth." Karen smiles, her eyes closed. "I know," she whispers. "It's okay. I'm here." Plankton's grip tightens slightly, his antennae relaxing. "Pattern," he says, his voice a mere murmur. "Karen. Sleep." Karen squeezes his hand back, aching for the man she loves, now lost in a world where the simple act of holding hands is a complex dance of sensory input and emotional regulation. "Pattern," she whispers back, her voice soothing. "We'll make new patterns together." Plankton's antennae quiver, his grip on her hand steadying. "New patterns," he repeats, his voice slightly more present. "Together." Karen nods, her eyes squeezed shut. "Together," she whispers, her voice shaky. "We'll make it work." Karen can feel Plankton's body begin to relax, his grip on her hand loosening slightly. As they lay there, Karen thinks back to their past anniversaries, each one filled with laughter, love, and the promise of adventure. This one was different, marked by a stark reality she wasn't prepared for. But she knows she'll do anything for him. Plankton's breathing evens out, his body slowly releasing tension. His hand is still in hers, a silent promise that she'll always be there for him. Karen wonders what tomorrow will bring, how they'll navigate this new world of patterns and precision. As sleep takes over, she whispers, "I love you, Plankton," hoping that his subconscious can still hear her, still understand the depth of her feelings. Karen listens to the sound of Plankton's snoring as she falls asleep. The next morning, Karen wakes up to Plankton still holding her hand as his antennae twitch in his sleep. She gently withdraws, careful not to wake him, and she can't help but smile through her tears that threaten to fall. In the kitchen, she starts making breakfast, trying to recall what she'd read about autistic individuals and their preferences. She remembers that Plankton used to love Krabby Patties, but now his taste might have changed. With care, she prepares a plate of square eggs and perfectly aligned toast, knowing that the visual symmetry might provide comfort. She even arranges the condiments in a pattern she hopes he'll find pleasing. As Plankton enters the room, his eye immediately scans the table, his antennae twitching. He takes a seat, his movements mechanical. "Breakfast," he says, his voice devoid of his usual zest. Karen's watching him closely. "Yes, Plankton," she says, her voice steady despite the fear swirling inside her. "I made you your favorite." He nods, his gaze locking onto the plate before him. His hand reaches out, his movements calculated. He picks up a piece of toast, studying it before placing it back down. "Pattern," he whispers, his antennae waving slightly. Karen watches him. "Would you like to eat?" she asks, her voice tentative. Plankton's antennae wave slightly. "Eat," he says, his voice flat. "Pattern." Karen nods, her smile forced. "Okay," she says, taking a seat opposite him. "Let's eat together." Plankton's antennae twitch as he looks at her, his gaze quickly shifting to the breakfast she's prepared. He picks up a piece of toast, examining it closely before taking a bite, his jaws moving in a precise, mechanical manner. Karen watches him, her screen filled with a mix of worry and love. "Is it good?" she asks, her voice hopeful. Plankton nods, his mouth still chewing. "Symmetry. Good." Karen's heart squeezes at his response. It's not the same, but it's something. "I'm so glad you like it," she says, forcing cheerfulness into her tone. "That makes me happy!" Plankton nods, his antennae barely moving. "Happy," he repeats. "Karen happy."
KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 7 (Autistic author) They sit in silence for a moment, the hum of the Chum Bucket's systems the only sound. Then Plankton's eye lights up. "Idea," he says, his voice a sudden burst of static. "Make something with Karen. Together." Karen's screens blink with excitement. "That sounds wonderful," she beeps. "What do you want to make?" But before Plankton can formulate a response, Patrick Star bursts in. "Karen!" he booms, his voice shaking the walls. "I want chum!" Plankton's eye darts to the door, the sensory assault starting again. "Patrick," he whispers, his body tense as a bowstring. Karen's screens quickly assess the situation. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "Not now." But Patrick's enthusiasm can't be dampened so easily. He bounds over to the table, his star-shaped body bouncing. "Chum, chum, chum!" he sings, oblivious to Plankton's distress. Karen's screens flicker with annoyance, but she keeps her voice steady. "Patrick, not now," she repeats. "Plankton's not feeling well." Patrick's starry eyes widen. "Oh, sorry, buddy," he says, his voice dropping an octave. He looks at Plankton with concern. "What's wrong?" He asks, poking Plankton. Plankton jumps, his senses on high alert. The poke feels like a battering ram, and he lets out a squeak of pain. Patrick's hand retracts quickly, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "Whoa, sorry," he says. "What's with you?" Karen's screens flicker with frustration. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "I'll go make you chum." Patrick nods, his concern forgotten in the face of his hunger. "Okay, thanks, Karen," he says, his voice bouncing with excitement. She retreats leaving Plankton alone with Patrick in the living room. Patrick stares at Plankton for a moment, his expression a blend of curiosity and confusion. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble. Plankton's eye flutters closed, his body trying to absorb the sudden intensity of the interaction. "Take your time," he whispers to himself, his mantra a shield against the overwhelming world. Patrick, ever the innocent, watches him with a puzzled frown. "What's 'Take your time'?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble. Plankton opens his eye, looking at the simplicity of Patrick's face. He scoots away. Patrick, unfazed, advances, his hand outstretched. "What's up?" he asks, poking again. The sensation of Patrick's touch is like a thousand needle pricks. Plankton yelps. Patrick, not comprehending, pokes again, his starry eyes full of innocent wonder. "Why so jumpy?" he asks, his voice a deep rumble. Plankton's body tenses with each poke, the sensation like a barrage of tiny explosions. "Patrick, please," he gasps, his voice a frantic static. But Patrick, ever the simple starfish, doesn't understand. He keeps poking, his curiosity growing. "Why?" he asks, his voice a gentle boom. "You're always so bouncy." Plankton's eye twitches with each touch. "Patrick, no," he whispers, his voice a desperate static. But Patrick, lost in his own world, doesn't notice. He giggles, poking him again. "You're like a pin cushion!" he exclaims, his voice a deep chuckle. Plankton's eye squeezes shut, his body wracked with pain. "Patrick, please," he whispers, his voice a desperate static. Patrick doesn't seem to comprehend the distress he's causing. He keeps poking, his laughter echoing through the room, each poke sending shockwaves of pain through Plankton's body. "You're like a squeaky toy," he says, his voice a delighted rumble. Plankton's body twitches with each touch, his voice a desperate buzz of static. "Patrick, please stop," he begs, his voice a high-pitched squeak. But Patrick's simple mind doesn't register the pain he's causing. He keeps poking, his laughter growing louder. "You're so funny!" he bellowed, his starry hands moving like a jackhammer as he starts tickling him. Plankton's body spasms with each touch, his voice a desperate symphony of static. "Patrick, stop!" he pleads, his breathing quick and shallow. But Patrick, in his blissful ignorance, only laughs harder, his massive hands poking and tickling without mercy. "You're hilarious, tiny dude!" he bellows. Plankton's body is a storm of sensory overload, his voice a high-pitched wail of static. "Patrick, please!" he begs, his limbs flailing. Patrick's laughter fills the room like a tidal wave, crashing over Plankton's desperate pleas. "You're so much fun, Planky!" he booms, his hands moving in a blur of star-shaped shadows. Plankton's body jerks uncontrollably, his screams of "No, no, no!" lost in the cacophony of Patrick's laughter. His tiny limbs flail, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of pokes and tickles. Patrick, his eyes wide with delight, doesn't see the tears forming in Plankton's eye. He just keeps poking, tickling, and laughing, oblivious to the damage he's doing. Plankton's cries escalate into a frantic symphony of squeaks and static, his body contorting in a desperate attempt to evade the starfish's torment. The room spins around him, a whirlpool of pain and sensation that threatens to swallow him whole. Patrick, his face a picture of delighted confusion, keeps poking and tickling, his laughter booming like thunder underwater. "What's the matter, little buddy?" he asks between chuckles. Plankton's body convulses with each touch, sobbing as Karen finally emerges with Patrick's chum. She sees them both on the floor. "Patrick, what are you doing?" she beeps, her voice a mix of anger and concern. But Patrick is lost in his own world of mirth, not hearing Karen's plea. "Just having some fun," he says, his voice a deep rumble of laughter. Plankton's cries become more frantic, his voice a high-pitched siren of despair. Karen quickly assesses the situation, her screens flaring with urgency. "Patrick, stop!" she beeps, her voice a sharp alarm. "You're hurting Plankton!" Patrick's laughter abruptly halts, his starry eyes blinking in surprise. He looks down at his hands, still poised to poke Plankton again. "What?" he asks, his voice a confused rumble. "But we're just playing." Karen's screens flicker with frustration. "Patrick," she beeps, her voice firm. "Look at Plankton. He's in pain." Patrick's starry gaze shifts to Plankton, his expression shifting to one of bewilderment. "Pain?" he repeats, his voice a confused rumble. "But we're just playing." Karen gives Patrick the food, showing him out the door.
COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 7 (Neurodivergent author) Hanna's pixel eyes fill with tears, her hand hovering over her mouth in shock. "Oh, Plankton," she says, her voice trembling like a leaf. The room is a frozen tableau, everyone at a loss for words. But Karen is unflappable. Her eyes dart around the room, assessing, planning. "It's ok," she repeats, her voice a steady beacon. "Let's just move aside, give him some space." They retreat to the couch, the cushions swallowing them like a sea anemone. Plankton's body is a ragdoll in her arms, his antennae limp with exhaustion. Karen keeps her screen calm, a bastion of serenity. "I'm sorry," Plankton whispers, his voice a ghost in the silence. "It's ok," Karen reassures him, her voice a gentle caress. "You don't have to apologize." She rubs his back as he leans on her shoulder, tired out. The room feels smaller now, the air thick with the weight of new understanding. Hanna's friends are finishing up dinner still in the kitchen. Karen knows they mean well, but their energy is a stark contrast to the quiet Plankton needs. Her hand on his back, Karen guides his breathing, her voice a lullaby against the storm of the evening. "Breathe in," she whispers, "and out." Her touch is a gentle tide, washing over him, soothing his frayed nerves. His body relaxes, his antennae dropping like tired leaves to her shoulder. The room is a sanctuary again, the chaos outside forgotten as they find solace in their quiet corner. "You're safe," she murmurs. "I've got you." Karen's hand moves in gentle circles, a comforting rhythm that Plankton's body craves. His antennae droop, his breathing evening out as he nestles closer. The couch is a life raft in the tumultuous sea of Hanna's house, and Plankton clings to her like a drowning sailor to a rope. His tiny body, once a taut bowstring, now relaxes into the embrace of sleep. Karen feels the weight of his head, a trust so profound it's like an anchor in the storm. His antennae droop, no longer the frantic sails of a ship in distress. She adjusts her position, shifting slightly to support him better, her arm a gentle cradle. The room's sounds become distant whispers, the waves of conversation fading into the background. Plankton's breathing slows. Karen watches him sleep, his antennae twitching slightly with each snore as his mouth slackens open. Patricia comes in the living room to check on them. "How's he doinโ€™?" she asks, her voice a hushed whisper. Karen glances up, a soft smile playing on her lips. "He's ok," she says, her voice a gentle wave. "Just exhausted." Patricia nods, her face a portrait of concern. "What can I do to help?" she asks, her eyes searching for a way to ease the burden. Karen looks at her, the question a beacon in the fog. "Just...give us a little more time," she says, her voice a soft shush. "Let him rest." Patricia nods, retreating quietly to the kitchen, the clack of her heels a mournful tune on the hardwood floor. The couch is their sanctuary, their quiet island in the sea of Hanna's home. Karen's arm is a makeshift cradle for Plankton's head, his antennae brushing against her neck. The weight of his body is a silent testament to his trust in her, and she holds it with the care of a pearl diver handling the most delicate of treasures. The room is a canvas of shadows, the candles now mere embers in the distance. Plankton's snores are the rhythm of their solace, each breath a testament to the resilience that lies within him. Karen's thoughts drift like seaweed in the tide of her concerns. What will tomorrow bring? How can she shield him from the storms of misunderstanding? But in this moment, she focuses on the present, her eyes tracing the lines of his sleeping form. Plankton's antennae have stopped twitching, his body at peace in her embrace. The soft snores, a symphony of security, fill the quiet space between them. The house has quieted down, the dinner party's echoes a distant memory. Hanna and her friends have retreated to the kitchen, their whispers like the gentle lapping of waves. Plankton is a bundle of quiet energy in her arms, his antennae twitching in his sleep. Karen can feel the steady throb of his heart, a lullaby that matches his breathing. She strokes his back in a comforting rhythm, his body a warm, comforting weight against her. The candles have burned down to nubs, the room bathed in a soft glow. His antennae rest against her neck, a silent communication of trust. Her eyes trace the contours of his sleeping form, his body a puzzle she's come to understand. The quiet whispers of the kitchen are a comforting backdrop to the symphony of his snores. Karen's hand moves in gentle circles on his back, each motion a declaration of support. The room's shadows dance around them, a ballet of understanding, a rhythm that's become their own. Plankton's antennae are limp, his body a testament to his exhaustion. The couch is their sanctuary in a sea of uncertainty. Her arm is a mooring, holding him steady in the tumult of his own mind. His breathing is a metronome, a soothing rhythm. With each inhale and exhale, she feels the tension in his body melt away, his snores a comforting reminder that he's safe. Her eyes trace the soft lines of his face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The room is a symphony of silence, the couch their tiny boat adrift in the vast ocean of Hanna's house. Plankton's antennae, once a flurry of nervous energy, now hang limply. Karen's eyes are the moon, watching over him as he slumbers, his trust in her a glowing beacon in the dark. Her hand, a gentle tide, strokes his back, each caress a reminder of her steadfast support. His snores are the lullaby of the sea, each breath a testament to his newfound peace.
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แดฟแต‰แถœโฑแต–แต‰ แถ แต’สณ แดฐโฑหขแตƒหขแต—แต‰สณ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ "แดต'แต แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "หขแต’แต˜โฟแตˆหข แตแต’แต’แตˆโ€ง" แดดแต‰ สณแต‰แต–หกโฑแต‰หขโธด แต‡แต˜หขสธโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ โ€ง แ”†แต’ หขสฐแต‰ สทสณแต’แต—แต‰ สฐโฑแต แตƒ โฟแต’แต—แต‰ สฒแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แถœแตƒหขแต‰ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰ หขแต˜สณแต‰โ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ หขแตƒโฟแตˆสธ แตแต‰แต— แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐแตƒโฟแต แต’แต˜แต—โ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข โฟแต’แต—แต‰ แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แตสณแต˜หขแต—สธ แตสณแตƒแต‡โ€ง "แดณโฑแต›แต‰ แตแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด แดฑแต˜แตแต‰โฟแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆแต‰แตแตƒโฟแตˆแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— แต—สฐโฑโฟแต หขแต’โ€งโ€ง" "แดต'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰ แต’แต›แต‰สณ หขแต’ แดต แถœแตƒโฟ แตƒแถœแถœแต‰หขหข แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰!" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต–โฑแถœแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แถœแต˜แต‡แต‰ หขสฐแตƒแต–แต‰แตˆ แต–แต’สณแต—แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต›แตƒแต˜หกแต—โธด แต˜หขโฑโฟแต แตƒหกหก สฐโฑหข หขแต—สณแต‰โฟแตแต—สฐโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ แต’แต˜แต— แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ สทสฐแตƒแต—'หข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง "แดถแต˜หขแต— โฑโฟ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แตแต‰ แต‡แต’สธโธด แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แต–แต˜แต— แตƒโฟ แต‰โฟแตˆ แต—แต’ แต’โฟแถœแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ แถ แต’สณ แตƒหกหกโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข สฐแต‰แตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แต‡แตƒโฟแตโฑโฟแต หขแตแตƒแถœแต แต’โฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแตƒโฟ แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—แต’ หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‡แตƒสณแต‰หกสธ แต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณ แตƒ สธแต‰หกแต–โฑโฟแต แถœสณสธ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ สฐแต‰หกแต–หกแต‰หขหขหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แต‡แตƒแถœแต แถ แต‰แต‰แต‡หกสธโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰แถ แต’สณแต‰ สฐโฑหข แต‰สธแต‰ สณแต’หกหกแต‰แตˆ แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แถœหกแต’หขแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดธแต‰แต—'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐ สฐโฑแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—แต’หกแตˆ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆสณแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ หกโฑแถ แต‰ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑหข แตแต’แต˜แต—สฐ แถ แตƒหกหกแต‰โฟ แตƒสฒแตƒสณโ€ง "แดบแต’โธด แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สณแต‰หขแต’หกแต˜แต—แต‰โ€ง "แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต สทแต’โฟ'แต— หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แถ โฑโฟแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡แต‰ แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ โฑแต—'หข แถœหกแต’หขโฑโฟแต แต—โฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข หขแตƒสท แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แตแต‰โฟแต—หกสธ แต–โฑแถœแต แต˜แต– แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดนแต‰แตƒโฟสทสฐโฑหกแต‰ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ'หข แถ โฑโฟโฑหขสฐโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แตโฑสณหกหข โฟโฑแตสฐแต— สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒสณสณโฑแต›แต‰หข แต‡แตƒแถœแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต หขแต’แต‡หข แตƒหข หขสฐแต‰ แต’แต–แต‰โฟแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณโ€ง "แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœสณโฑแต‰แตˆโธด แตƒหข แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแตƒสท สฐโฑแต แต’แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’แต—โฑแต’โฟหกแต‰หขหข แต‡แต’แตˆสธ แต’แถ  สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง "แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ! แดพหกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โธด สฐแต‰หกแต–! แดดแต‰'หข โฟแต’แต— แตแต’แต›โฑโฟแตโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต‡สณแต‰แตƒแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต‰แต›แต‰สณสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขแถœแตƒโฟโฟแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง "แดนสธ หขแต’แต˜สณแถœแต‰หข โฑโฟแตˆโฑแถœแตƒแต—แต‰ สฐแต‰'หข แตแต’โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ สณแต‰แตแตƒโฑโฟ แต˜โฟแถœแต’โฟหขแถœโฑแต’แต˜หข แต˜โฟแต—โฑหก แตƒแต— หกแต‰แตƒหขแต— แต—แต’แตแต’สณสณแต’สท แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰แตƒสณหกโฑแต‰หขแต— หขแต’โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟแต— แถ แต’สณ แตƒโฟสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— แถœแตƒแต˜หขแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแต˜โฟแต— แถ แต’สณแถœแต‰ แต—สณแตƒแต˜แตแตƒโ€ง แดดแต‰'แตˆ แต‡แต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แถœแตƒหขแต‰ หขแถœแต‰โฟแตƒสณโฑแต’ แตƒ แถœแต’แตแตƒโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต’โฟหกสธ แต—โฑแตแต‰ แต—แต‰หกหกโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต’แต›แต‰สณ โฟโฑแตสฐแต— โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜'แตˆ หกโฑแตแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แต—แต’แต’แต แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แตˆ แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตƒแต— แตˆแต’สทโฟ โฑโฟ แถœสฐแตƒโฑสณ แต‡สธ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ'หข แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟแต—แต˜แตƒหกหกสธ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  หขโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต˜แต–; แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทแตƒหข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต’แต—สฐแต‰สณ หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แตƒแถœแต—โฑโฟแต แตƒหข แตƒ แตแต’โฟโฑแต—แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สทแต’แตแต‰ แต˜แต– โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต’สณโฟโฑโฟแต แตƒหข แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—สทโฑแต—แถœสฐโธด สฐโฑหข หขแต‰โฟหขแต‰หข แตสณแตƒแตˆแต˜แตƒหกหกสธ สณแต‰แต—แต˜สณโฟโฑโฟแตโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แตƒหกหขแต’ แต–แต‰สณแตแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต–โธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰สณ สฐแต˜หขแต‡แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สฐแต‰ หขแต—แตƒสณแต—แต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สทแตƒแตแต‰โฟโ€ง แดฑสธแต‰ แถ หกแต˜แต—แต—แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟโธด สฐแต‰ สทแต‰แตƒแตหกสธ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข หขแต˜สณสณแต’แต˜โฟแตˆโฑโฟแตหขโ€ง "แดฑแต˜สฐโ€“" "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ฝ" แต€สฐแต‰ แตˆแต˜หกหก แต–แตƒโฑโฟ โฑโฟ สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ โฑโฟแถœสณแต‰แตƒหขแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณ สฐโฑแต แตƒหข สทสฐแต‰สณแต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สฐโฑแต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต—สฐแต‰ สทแต’สณหขแต— แต’แถ  โฑแต—โ€ง "แตแตสฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ แตแต’แต›แต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต˜โฟแตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โ€ง "สธแตƒแตโธด สทสฐแตƒโ€ง แดนสธ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ; สทสฐแตƒแต— โฑหข สฐแตƒแต–แต–แต‰โฟโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ โฑโฟ สธแต’แต˜สณ สณแต’แต’แตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’แต’แต แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต—แต‰ แต‰ สฐโฑแต— สธแต‰หขแต—แต‰สณ แตˆแตƒสธ! แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— หขแต’แตแต‰แต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตˆสณโฑโฟแต?" "แดต'หกหก หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ สฐโฑแต แตƒโฟแตˆ แตƒหข สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— หขแต’แตแต‰ สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ โฑโฟแต—แต‰สณสณแต˜แต–แต—แต‰แตˆ แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโธด แดต แต‡สณแต˜โฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แตƒแถ แต—แต‰สณ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—สณแต˜แถœแต สธแต’แต˜สณ สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟหขแต— แต—สฐแต‰ หขแตƒแถ แต‰ สทสฐแต‰โฟ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แต—สณโฑแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ หขแต—แต’แต– สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แต‰แตƒหกโฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโ€ง แดต'แต หขแต’ หขแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต’หกแตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดฐโฑแตˆ แดต แตแต‰แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แตˆโฑแตˆ โฟแต’แต—; แตสธ แตƒแต–แต’หกแต’แตโฑแต‰หขโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ หขแตƒสท แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต‡แตƒแถœแต โฑโฟโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ หขโฑแต— แต˜แต– หขแต—สณแตƒโฑแตสฐแต— แต—แต’ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แตƒ หขโฑแต– แต’แถ  แตˆสณโฑโฟแตโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ สฐแต‰หกแต–แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแต แต˜แต–สณโฑแตสฐแต— แต–แต’หขโฑแต—โฑแต’โฟโ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตแต’แต— แถ สณแต˜หขแต—สณแตƒแต—แต‰แตˆ สทสฐแต‰โฟ สฐแต‰ หขแต–โฑหกแต— สฐโฑหข สทแตƒแต—แต‰สณโธด หขแต—โฑหกหก สณแต‰แถœแต’แต›แต‰สณโฑโฟแต แถ สณแต’แต แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โ€ง "แดฐแต’โฟ'แต— สทแต’สณสณสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถœแต’แตƒหฃแต‰แตˆโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตแต‰ แต—แต’ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต— แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สธแต’แต˜ สฐแต’หกแตˆ โฑแต—?" แดนแตƒแตˆ แตƒแต— สฐโฑแตหขแต‰หกแถ  แถ แต’สณ โฟแต’แต— แต‡แต‰โฑโฟแต แตƒแต‡หกแต‰ แต—แต’โธด แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธ แต—แต’ แตƒสณแตแต˜แต‰โ€ง แดดแต‰ แตƒหกหขแต’ แตˆโฑแตˆโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟแต— แต—แต’ แตแต‰แต— แตƒโฟแตสณสธ แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰แตโธด แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ สฐแต‰ แถ แต‰หกแต— หขแต’แตแต‰สทสฐแตƒแต— แต˜แต–หขแต‰แต—โ€ง "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตƒหขแตแต‰แตˆโธด สฐแตƒแต›โฑโฟแต โฟแต’ แต‰โฟแต‰สณแตสธโ€ง "แถœแตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ หขแต—แตƒสธ แต‡สธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แต–หกแต‰แตƒหขแต‰โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โธด แต‡แต˜แตˆ; สฒแต˜หขแต— สณแต‰หขแต—โ€ง" "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "หกแต‰แตƒโฟ แต‡แตƒแถœแตโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แถ แต‰หกหก แตƒหขหกแต‰แต‰แต– แตƒหข สฐโฑหข สฐแต‰แตƒแตˆ สฐโฑแต—แต—โฑโฟแต แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑหกหกแต’สทโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต‰หฃแต—แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑหข แต‡แต’หขหข 'แดต แตƒแต สณแต‰หขโฑแตโฟโฑโฟแต' แต—แต’ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต›แต’สทโฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แต‡แต‰แถœแต’แตแต‰ แตƒ แถ สณสธ แถœแต’แต’แต แตƒแต— แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต— แต’โฟโ€ง แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ แถœแตƒแตแต‰ โฑโฟ แต—สฐแต‰ สณแต’แต’แต สทโฑแต—สฐ แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€ง "แดต สฐแต‰แตƒสณแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แต—สฐแต‰ โฑโฟแถœโฑแตˆแต‰โฟแต—โธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แถ แต‰หกแต— แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต— แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰ แตƒโฟแตˆ โฟแต’แต— สทโฑแต—สฐโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ‘ซแต˜โฑแต‰แต—โธด แ”†แตƒโฟแตˆสธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต’โฑโฟแต—แต‰แตˆ แตƒแต— แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰หขแต—แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง "แดฟโฑแตสฐแต—; หขแต’สณสณสธโ€ง" "แดบแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐแต— แดต'แตˆ หขแตƒสธ โฑแต—โธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แถœแตƒโฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฑแต— แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแต แต—แต’ หขแต—แตƒสณแต— โฟแตƒแตแตโฑโฟแต แตแต‰ แตƒแตแตƒโฑโฟโ€งโ€ง" แดทแตƒสณแต‰โฟ หขโฑแตสฐแต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰'หข แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แตแต‰โฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ สธแต’แต˜ หขแตƒแต›แต‰แตˆ สฐโฑแตโ€ง สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สทโธด แดต แต—สฐโฑโฟแต สฐแต‰ หขแต‰แต‰หข สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตƒ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แตˆแต‰หขแต–โฑแต—แต‰ โฟแต’แต— สทแตƒโฟแต—โฑโฟแต แต—แต’ แตƒแตˆแตโฑแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตƒหกหขแต’ แตแต‰แตแต’สณโฑหขแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธ โฑโฟแตสณแต‰แตˆโฑแต‰โฟแต—หขโธด สทสฐโฑแถœสฐ แดต'แต แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ แตโฑแต›แต‰ สฐโฑแต!" "สธแต’แต˜ หขแต˜สณแต‰?" "แดฌหข สฐโฑหข แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆโธด แดต'แตˆ แตˆแต’ โฑแต—โธด แต’สณ สฐแต‰หกแต– สฐโฑแต แตˆแต’ โฑแต—!" แต€สฐแต‰ แดทสณแตƒแต‡'หข โฟแต’ แตแต’สณแต‰โ€ง
General anesthesia: A patient who gets general anesthesia is completely unconscious (or "asleep"). They canโ€™t feel any pain, are not aware of the surgery as it happens, and donโ€™t remember anything from when they are โ€œasleep.โ€ General anesthesia involves using many medications to render you unconscious during a surgery. This makes you unaware of things that are happening. It is generally described as melting back into the bed and falling asleep. This means you will have no awareness of the procedure once the anesthesia takes effect, and you won't remember it after. Anesthetics activate memory-loss receptors in the brain, ensuring that patients don't remember. General anesthesia looks more like a comaโ€”a reversible coma. You lose awareness and the ability to feel paฤฑn, form memories and move. Then they turn the anesthetics off and allow you to come to. You then begin to pass into a semi-conscious stage to become aware of what is going on. Typically, the period of time when youโ€™re under general anesthesia is a blank. Many patients report that it is a surreal experienceโ€”and practically no one remembers anything between when the medication is administered and waking up in the recovery. For general anesthesia, someone may feel groggy and a little confused when waking up after surgery.
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DO YOU TRUST ME pt. 7 ๐– ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹'๐—Œ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ( emojicombos.com/neurofabulous ) "Daddy, I'm sorry," Chip whimpers, his eyes wide with fear. He's never felt so lost, so small. Plankton's breaths come in quick, sharp bursts, his body a tangle of frustration and pain. Plankton's antennae thrash in the air, his eye wild and unpredictable. "You don't know what you're talking about!" he yells, his voice bouncing off the walls of the room. He turns away from his son, his body language screaming 'don't touch'. Chip's eyes are pools of pain, his hand hovering awkwardly. "But Daddy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just t---" "Don't you dare!" Plankton's antennae whip around wildly, his eye flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. Chip yanked his hand away but doing so, he accidentally brushes against Plankton's arm in the process. The explosion of emotion is instant. Plankton recoils, his body jerking away as if burned. He sweeps his arm across the nightstand, sending books flying. Karen knew she needs to intervene. "Chip, go to your room," she says firmly, her voice cutting through the storm of emotions. Chip's eyes are wide with shock, his body trembling as he backs away from the bed, tears streaming down his face. "But Mom," he protests, his voice choked with emotion. "I didn't meโ€”" "I know, Chip," Karen says, her tone brooking no argument. Plankton's antennae are a blur of movement, his breathing erratic. "Your dad needs space." Chip nods and makes his way to his room, his legs wobbly. As he closes the door, Karen sighs, her eyes sad as she turns back to Plankton. Karen knew to tread carefully. Plankton is panting, his antennae twitching rapidly. He's upset, more than she's seen in a long time. "Plankton," she says softly, approaching the bed. "Hey, I'm here." His antennae quiver, and she knows she's treading on thin ice when he kicks the blanket off his bed with a snarl. Karen's heart breaks seeing the pain in his eye. He sweeps his arm across the dresser, sending a cascade of items crashing to the floor. The room echoes with his rage, each crash a declaration of his frustration. Karen swallows the lump in her throat, knowing she has to be the calm in this storm. Plankton's breaths come in quick, sharp bursts, his antennae still quivering. He turns away from her, his back to the wall, his body tight with tension. Karen approaches slowly, her eyes on his, watching for any sign of his mood shifting. "Let it out," she whispers, her hands outstretched but not touching. "You're safe here." Plankton's body convulses with anger, and he throws another object across the room. It hits the wall with a thud, leaving a small crack. His antennae quiver with each ragged breath he takes. Karen knows they're on the edge. With trembling hands, she picks up his pillow from the floor, carefully moving closer. "You don't have to keep it in," she says softly, extending the pillow towards him. "You can hit this." Her voice is a soothing balm to the chaos. Plankton's antennae stop their frantic dance for a moment, his eye flickering with something akin to hope. He takes the pillow, his fists tightening around it. With a roar, he brings the pillow down onto the bed, his strength surprising even Karen. The sound is muffled, but the fury in the gesture is clear. He hits it again, and again, each blow a silent scream of pain and anger. Karen watches, her heart breaking with each hit, her eyes never leaving his. She knows this is his fear and frustration manifesting in the only way his overwhelmed mind knows how. "Let it out, Plankton," she whispers, moving closer, her voice steady. "You're safe here." Plankton's body shakes as he slams the pillow into the mattress, his antennae quivering with each impact. Karen remains still. She knows this storm of emotion isn't directed at her, but at the invisible barriers that have caged him in for so long. He throws the pillow again, his face contorted with rage. The cotton explodes into a cloud of feathers, but it's not enough. He needs more. He turns, his antennae a blur of emotion, and sees the closet door. With a snarl, he charges towards it, throwing it open. The sound of hangers clattering fills the air as he starts to rip clothes from their hangers, tossing them around the room like confetti in a tornado. Karen watches, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and fear. This is the what his condition turns him into when the pressure gets too much. Her heart aches for him, trapped in his own mind. She knows she has to be careful; any wrong move could set him off. Plankton's eye darts around the room, searching for something else to unleash his fury upon. His antennae quiver, his body still shaky. Karen moves closer, slowly, her hand reaching out. He turns to her, the anger in his gaze unmistakable. But as he sees her hand, his expression falters. Karen takes a deep breath, her voice steady. "It's okay," she says.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 4 (Autistic author) Karen takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. They need to find a way to connect, to bridge the gap that's grown between them. "Plankton," she says, "can you tell me about your day?" He looks at her, his eye blinking slowly. "Day," he repeats, his voice lacking the usual inflection. "Plankton worked on invention." Karen nods, trying to encourage him. "What kind of invention?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Invention for Plankton," he says. "To make Karen Plankton happy." Karen's eyes fill with tears. Despite the lack of emotion in his words, she can feel the sincerity behind them. He's trying to connect, to share his world with her. "Looks like we both finished our dinner," she says, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's next on your agenda?" Plankton looks at her, his expression unchanged. "Agenda," he says, as if trying to remember the concept. "Plankton's next task. No get Krabby Patty formula. Rather spend time with Karen." Karen clenches at his words. Despite the flatness of his tone, she can feel his intention to please her, to make their anniversary special. "Let's clean up," she suggests, rising from her chair. Plankton follows suit, moving in a way that seems almost robotic. They work in silence, Karen placing the dishes in the sink and Plankton methodically wiping down the table. As she washes the plates, Karen watches him out of the corner of her screen. His movements are precise and efficient, with no wasted effort. It's as if he's calculating every action, trying to understand the purpose behind each task. "Plankton," she says softly, turning off the faucet. "Could you please dry these for me?" She hands him a towel and a plate. He takes them without a word, his gaze flicking from the towel to the plate, as if studying the physics of the interaction. He carefully wipes the plate, his movements measured and deliberate. Karen watches him with a mix of pride and pain. Despite his new condition, he's still trying to be the partner she knows. She forces a smile, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. "Thank you," she says, taking the dried plate from him and placing it in the cupboard. "You're doing great." He nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "Great," he echoes. "Karen happy." As they go to the living room, Plankton's gaze is drawn to the digital clock on the wall. His eye fixates on the changing seconds, each tick a silent metronome in their otherwise quiet space. Karen notices and wonders if she should be concerned about his newfound interest in something so mundane. "Clock," he says, his voice still monotone. "Time changes. Incremental." Karen follows his gaze to the digital clock on the wall, the red numbers flipping from one second to the next with a quick, silent efficiency. "Does the clock bother you?" she asks, noticing his fixation. Plankton shakes his head, his eye still glued to the display. "No," he says, his voice thoughtful. "Time. Changes. Fascinating." Karen watches him, seeing a spark of curiosity she hadn't noticed before. "You've never liked clocks before," she points out, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's so interesting about it now?" Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he tries to explain. "Clock," he says, his voice still flat. "Time. Changing. Predictable." His single eye remains locked on the red digits, the fascination growing. "Seconds restart each minute." Karen nods, watching his expression closely. "It's like a pattern," she suggests. "A routine that doesn't change." Plankton nods, his eye still glued to the clock. "Pattern," he repeats. "Comforting." Karen nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Maybe you find comfort in the predictability?" she offers. Plankton's antennae bob slightly, as if considering this new perspective. "Comfort," he murmurs. "Consistent. Understood." Karen sits down beside him, her screen drawn to the clock as well. "Tell me more about the pattern," she says, trying to find a way into his new reality. "What do you see when you look at it?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he considers his answer. "Pattern," he repeats. "Time, changing. Predictable." His voice is softer now, almost lost in thought. "One, two, three, four, five. Always same." Karen nods, her screen still on the clock. "It's like counting," she says. "Do you like counting?" Plankton's antennae twitch once again. "Counting," he repeats, his tone thoughtful. Suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in. "Plankton," he says, his eyes wide with excitement. "What are you guys up to?" Karen looks over, a forced smile on her screen. "Just talking about time," she says, hoping SpongeBob's entrance will provide some much-needed distraction from the heaviness of their conversation.
KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 4 (Autistic author) In the dim light of the evening, the Krusty Krab was quiet, the usual bustle replaced by a calm that felt eerie. Sponge Bob was sweeping the floor, his thoughts on Plankton. He looked up as Karen approached, his smile fading at the sight of her concerned expression. "Karen," he began, his spongey voice tinged with anxiety, "I need to tell you what happened to Plankton." Karen's screens brighten with anticipation. "Please do," she beeps, her wheels stopping in front of him. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to the floor, his sponge body drooping slightly. "Mr. Krabs was just trying to protect this formula, and Plankton...he just knocked Plankton in the head. Plankton woke up and then without a word ran back to the Chum Bucket." Karen's screens flicker with the gravity of the situation. "How did Mr. Krabs hit him?" Sponge Bob's grip on the mop tightens. "With a frying pan," he confesses, his eyes wide with guilt. Karen's screens flicker with understanding. "That would explain his current state," she murmurs, her voice a steady beep. "Sponge Bob, do you know how badly he's been hurt?" Sponge Bob shakes his head, the guilt washing over him in waves. "No, not really," he says, his voice quavering. Karen's screens flicker with a mix of sympathy and urgency. "I see," she says. "Thanks." With newfound purpose, she spins around and heads back to the Chum Bucket. Back in the control room, Plankton is still rocking back and forth, his hand over his head as if trying to hold his thoughts in place. The door to the Chum Bucket opens, and Karen rolls in, her screens reflecting the urgency of the situation. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft hum, "I talked to Sponge Bob. He saw what happened." Plankton's rocking stops, his eye swiveling to meet hers. "Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says, her screens pulsing with the weight of her words. "He saw Mr. Krabs hit you with the frying pan." Plankton's body goes still, his tremors ceasing instantly. "Sponge Bob saw," he whispers, his voice devoid of emotion. "Tell Karen." "Yes," Karen beeps, nodding her mechanical head. "He told me. I'm going to help you." Without warning, a scanning beam shoots out of Karen's console, enveloping Plankton as his brain is scanned. The results are quickly analyzed, and the screens flash with a series of diagrams and data that even Karen's advanced systems take a moment to digest. "The scan reveals...unusual patterns," she says, her voice a measured beep. Plankton's eye widen with fear, his body tensing as he waits for her verdict. "What does that mean?" he asks, his voice a high-pitched squeak. Karen's screens change to display a 3D image of his brain, the structure illuminated with neon colors. "You've sustained neurodivergence," she explains, her voice a calm beep. "The impact has altered your neural connections, resulting in irreversible autism." Plankton's body goes rigid, his breathing shallow. The word "autism" hangs in the air like a heavy anchor, dragging his spirits down to the murky depths of the ocean floor. "Irreversible?" he whispers, his voice fragile as sea glass. Karen nods gravely. "The good news is, we can adapt. We can learn to navigate this new world of sensations together," she beeps. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed." Plankton nods, his body feeling like it's made of lead. The idea of sleep seems like a welcome escape from the overwhelming day, but as he tries to get up, the room spins again. "Karen," he says, his voice weak. "Can't." With a gentle nudge, Karen helps him to his feet, her wheels moving silently beside him as they make their way to the tiny elevator. The ride up feels like an eternity, his senses heightened to every creak and groan of the metal box. When the doors open, the lights of the hallway are a glaring assault on his eye. He squints, his hand reaching out to the wall for support. In their bedroom, Karen helps him into his bed. The softness of the covers is a stark contrast to the harshness of his new reality. "Take your time," she says, her voice a gentle hum. Plankton nods, his breathing shallow. He closes his eye, and the room seems to fade away, replaced by a whirlpool of swirling thoughts and sensations. Karen's screens flicker with a plan. "Rest," she beeps, her voice a soft comfort. "We'll face tomorrow together." She dims the lights.
COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 4 (Neurodivergent author) Mr. Krabs's expression shifts from shock to one of bewilderment. "Plankton, I don't understand," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton shakes his head, his antennae trembling. "You never did," he snaps back. The accusations come out in a torrent, each one cutting deeper than the last. "You used me, manipulated me, all for your stupid secret formula!" His voice shakes with anger, his eye filling with unshed tears. Karen's grip tightens on his arm, but she doesn't speak, knowing he needs this moment of release. Mr. Krabs's face falls, the weight of Plankton's words a blow he wasn't expecting. "I-I-I've always treated ya like a friend!" he stammers, his claws grabbing Plankton's shoulders. And that's what did it. Plankton's body tenses, and his eye rolls back in his head. A chilling silence descends as his legs give out, and he crashes to the floor. His body convulses, limbs flailing uncontrollably. Karen knew it'd happen, but seeing it happen to Plankton is a horror she wasn't emotionally prepared for, but she knew to stay calm. She knew the protocol. Mr. Krabs, still in shock from Plankton's accusations, watches the scene unfold with horror. "What's happening?" he stammers, his claws hovering uselessly. Karen's voice is a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. "It's a seizure," she explains, kneeling beside her husband. "I need you to stay calm." Her voice is steady, her eyes never leaving Plankton's contorting form. Mr. Krabs nods, his eyes widening with fear. He's read about this, seen it once in a medical textbook, but never thought it would happen to someone so close. He watches as Karen carefully moves any objects out of harm's way, cushioning Plankton's head with a pillow. The room seems to spin around them, each second stretching into eternity. The seizure lasts only a few moments, but to Karen, it feels like hours. When it's over, Plankton's body goes still, his breathing shallow. Her hand shakes as she checks his pulse, feeling the thunder of her own heart in her chest. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You're okay." Mr. Krabs is unsure. "It's okay," she murmurs, her hand stroking his antennae. "It's over now." Plankton's breathing deepens, his body slowly relaxing with a twitch. She looks at Mr. Krabs, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "He'll be okay," she assures, her voice a lifeline in the storm of silence. Mr. Krabs nods, still in shock. "What...what do we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen sighs, knowing the road ahead won't be easy, but she's determined to navigate it with Plankton. They manage to get Plankton to his feet, his body weak and his mind still groggy from the seizure. His eye darts around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Karen's voice is soft, a gentle guide leading him back to reality. "Let's go to the couch," she says, her arm supporting his weight. Mr. Krabs watches, his claws fidgeting nervously. "Should I... call someone?" he asks, his voice full of uncertainty. Karen shakes her head. "We have to keep it calm," she whispers. "The aftermath can be just as overwhelming." They sit on the couch, Plankton's body leaning heavily into hers. Her arm is around him, her hand stroking his antennae in a rhythm designed to soothe. He looks up at her, his eye still a little wild. "What happened?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You had a seizure," Karen explains gently, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "It's part of your autism, sweetie. It's okay." She can see the fear in his gaze, the unspoken questions. She pulls a blanket over his shoulders, his body shaking from the residual adrenaline. Plankton nods, his antennae twitching as he tries to process the information. He looks down at his trembling hands, wondering how they could have betrayed him so suddenly. Karen hands him a glass of water, her fingers brushing against his in a silent promise of support. He takes a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, helping to clear the fog in his mind. "I'm...sorry," Plankton mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. He looks up at Mr. Krabs, who's still standing awkwardly by the door. "I didn't mean to...to accuse you..." His antennae droop with regret. Mr. Krabs's expression softens, his eyes filling with understanding. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." He takes a tentative step forward. "What can I do?" Karen glances at him, gratitude warring with the protectiveness she feels for Plankton. "Just give us some space," she says, her tone firm but not unkind. "We need to get him through this." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his face a mix of sadness and concern. "I understand," he says, his voice thick. He backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Plankton's huddled form. The door clicks shut, and the room feels smaller, safer. Karen's arm tightens around his shoulders, her warmth a shield against the cold world outside. Plankton leans into her, his body still shaking slightly. He starts to calm down, the tremors fading like ripples in a pond. "I'm...I'm okay," he whispers, his antennae stilling. Karen nods, her eyes searching his face for any sign of distress. "Do you want to take a nap?" she suggests softly. Plankton nods, his eye drooping with exhaustion. They move to the bedroom, the light dimming as they go. Karen helps him into bed, his limbs feeling like jelly. The blankets are a cocoon, his retreat from the world. Her hand brushes his antennae, a silent assurance as she leaves him to the embrace of slumber. He closes his eye, letting the comfort of the darkness envelop him. His body relaxes into the softness of the mattress, his muscles melting away the tension of the day. The bed's embrace is like a gentle whisper, telling his overstimulated mind to rest, to let go. He sighs, his antennae dropping to the pillow like tired leaves in the fall. Meanwhile, Karen goes to Mr. Krabs, who's waiting outside the chum bucket. "I'm sorry for Plankton's outburst," she says, her eyes apologetic. Mr. Krabs waves a dismissive claw. "Don't worry 'bout it," he says. "He's been through a lot today." Karen nods, her expression serious. "It's more than that," she says, her voice low. "He's autistic." Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, his understanding dawning, a newfound respect in his gaze. "I had no idea," he murmurs. "How can I help?" "Just be patient," Karen replies. "And maybe...maybe we can talk later, after he's had some rest." Mr. Krabs nods, his expression thoughtful. "Of course," he says, his voice subdued. "Whatever he needs."
SWEET CWEAM pt. 4 "Can I hav thome wathermelon?" he asked, his voice a slurry mess. Karen chuckled and shook her head. "Not yet, Plankton. You have to stick to soft foods today. How about some ice cream?" His eye lit up, his smile growing wider, exposing the whiteness of his teeth. "Ith cweam?" he repeated, the words spilling out like a child's first attempt at a sentence. Karen nodded, her own smile a mirror of his. "Yes, soft serve ice cream. It's perfect for your mouth right now." Plankton clapped his hands together in glee. "Ith weal," he declared, his tongue still thick and clumsy. "My faworite!" Karen fetched the promised treat from the freezer, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of the room. She scooped a generous amount into a bowl, handing it to him with a spoon. Plankton's eye lit up, and he took the spoon with the excitement of a toddler getting their first taste of ice cream. With a clumsy attempt at grace, he lifted the spoon to his mouth, the numbness in his face making it difficult to aim. A dribble of ice cream escaped and landed on the table, but he barely noticed, his attention focused on the cold sweetness that washed over his tongue. "Mmh," he mumbled, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain as the frozen treat hit his sensitive gums. "Careful," Karen cautioned, her voice like a lullaby. "You don't want to hurt yourself." Plankton nodded, his movements exaggerated, like a character in a silent movie. The spoon wobbled in his hand as he scooped up another mouthful of the cold cream, his tongue still struggling to navigate the uncharted waters of his own mouth. He managed to get the spoonful into his mouth with minimal spillage, his cheeks hollowing out as he savored the taste. "Wow, thith ith tho good," he mumbled, his words coming out like a muffled shout. Karen couldn't help but laugh as she watched him. His enthusiasm was infectious, even if his coordination was not. He took another bite, the cold sensation making his eye water. "It'th tho cold!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and filled with excitement. The numbness in his cheeks was wearing off now, leaving a tingling sensation that made his words come out slurred and exaggerated. "It's supposed to be cold, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a symphony of patience. "It's ice cream." He nodded, his cheeks red with effort and cold. Each spoonful was a small victory, a dance between the spoon and his uncooperative mouth. Karenโ€™s glad she turned their security cameras on record. Of course, she didnโ€™t tell Plankton. Not yet. Then suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in the door, surprising both of them. "Squishy!" Plankton exclaims, his voice a strange mix of joy and pain. Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "You okay, Plankton?" he asks, looking at Karen for an explanation. Karen nods, still chuckling. "Wisdom teeth surgery," she says, her voice a gentle whisper. "The anesthesia is making his mouth all numb." Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with concern. "Ouchies?" he asks, his own mouth forming a sympathetic grimace. Plankton nods vigorously, the motion sending a shiver down his spine. "Yeth, ouchiesth," he mumbles around the mouthful of ice cream, his speech still slurred like a toddler's. Karen watches the interaction with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection for her babbling husband. Sponge Bob crosses the room with his usual boundless energy, plopping down next to Plankton. "So, how was your big trip to the dental place?" he asks, his eyes full of concern and curiosity. Plankton looks at his friend with the gravity of a philosopher. "Itโ€™th... advehnturous," he says, his mouth still numb, making each word a challenge. Sponge Bob leans in, his spongy body wobbling slightly. "What kind of adventure?" he asks, his eyes shining with curiosity. Plankton's voice takes on a storytelling tone, his words slurred but earnest. "I frew," he says, his eye wide and filled with wonder. "I frew wike a birdie!" Sponge Bob's grin splits his face. "You flew?" he repeats, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. Karen's smile widens, listening to the nonsense her husband was spinning. Plankton nods, his eye glazed over. "Yeah," he murmurs, his tongue sluggish. "It wath magithal." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange glances, trying not to laugh. Plankton's childlike awe in the face of his own numbness was both heartwarming and hilarious. "Buh wait," Plankton says, his spoon paused mid-air. "Thath not aww," his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I theen... I theen I wath a dolphin!" Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with fascination. "A dolphin?" he repeats, his voice filled with awe. "How did you do that?" Plankton's smile grows even wider, his cheeks pushing against the swollen skin. "It'th a mithtewwy," he says, his speech still slurred. "They goth me all sleeby and thewe I wath flipping and twirling in the wathah!" Sponge Bob's eyes are as wide as saucers, his imagination running wild with the tale. "Wow, Plankton, that sounds amazing!" Plankton nods, his face a picture of seriousness. "It wath," he slurs, his voice filled with convinction. "Buth then... then I woke up." His expression remains affectionate for heโ€™s too out of it to play it cool in front of Sponge Bob. Heโ€™s always wanted him as a good friend but his pride usually stops him; but now, with no filter, Planktonโ€™s not gonna hold back. Sponge Bob looks at Karen with a mix of confusion and delight. "Was it scary?" he asks, his voice gentle. Karen nods, a warm chuckle bubbling up. "A little," she says, her hands folded in her lap. "But he's a tough guy." Plankton's eye swims with emotions, his face flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Yeath," he says, his tongue still a traitor. "Buh now youw know my thecret."
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แ”†สทแต‰แต‰แต— แตˆสณแต‰แตƒแตหข โฝแ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แดฎแต’แต‡ แถ แตƒโฟแถ โฑแถœโพ แดนสณโ€ง แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆ แต—สฐแต‰ แถœสฐแต˜แต แต‡แต˜แถœแตแต‰แต—โ€ง แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตโฟแต‰สท แต’โฟหกสธ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰ แต‡แต’แต‡ แตโฑแตสฐแต— โฑโฟแต›โฑแต—แต‰ สฐโฑแตโธด หขแต’ สฐแต‰ สทแต‰โฟแต— แต—แต’ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–โฑโฟแต‰แตƒแต–แต–หกแต‰ สฐแต’แตแต‰โ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ ' *แตƒสทแตสทแตƒสณแตˆ แถœสฐแต˜แถœแตหกแต‰* ' แถœแต’แตแต‰ แต’โฟ โฑโฟ!" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต’แต–แต‰โฟหข แต—สฐแต‰ แตˆแต’แต’สณ แถ แต’สณ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แต€สฐแตƒโฟแตหขโธด แตโฑแตˆ; แดต'แต แต—โฑสณแต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟแตˆ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หข แตˆแต‰หขแต—สณแต’สธแต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ หขแต—แตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แตแต‰โธด โฑแถ  สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต—โ€ง" แดดแต‰ โฟแต’แต—โฑแถœแต‰แตˆ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แตˆโฑแตˆ หกแต’แต’แต แต‰หฃสฐแตƒแต˜หขแต—แต‰แตˆโ€ง "แดฐแต’ สธแต’แต˜ สทแตƒโฟแต— แตสธ แต‡แต‰แตˆ? แต€สฐแต‰สณแต‰'หข สณแต’แต’แต แถ แต’สณ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต’แต—สฐ แต’แถ  แต˜หขโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต˜สณแต‰โ€ง" แ”†แต’ หขแต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต–แต˜แต— สฐโฑแต แต‡สธ สฐโฑหข หขโฑแตˆแต‰ แต’โฟ แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡แต‰แตˆโธด แต–แต˜หกหกโฑโฟแต แต˜แต– แต—สฐแต‰ แต‡หกแตƒโฟแตแต‰แต—หขโ€ง "แดต'แต หขแต’สณสณสธ แตƒแต‡แต’แต˜แต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แดต แตโฟแต’สท สธแต’แต˜ สทแต’สณแต สทโฑแต—สฐ แดทสณแตƒแต‡หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— โฑแต—'หข โฟแต’แต— สธแต’แต˜สณ แถ แตƒแต˜หกแต—โ€ง แดต โฟแต‰แต›แต‰สณ แตแต‰แตƒโฟ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒโฟสธ สฐแตƒสณแต โฑโฟ แตสธ หขแถœสฐแต‰แตแต‰หขโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แดต แตแต’แต—แต—แตƒ แตแต‰แต— แต‡แต˜หขโฑโฟแต‰หขหข หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท แตƒโฟแตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต แตโฟแต’สทโธด แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข แตสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆ! แดฑแต›แต‰โฟ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐ แดต'แต โฟแต’แต— แตแต’โฟโฟแตƒ หกแต‰แต— สธแต’แต˜ แตแต‰แต— แตƒสทแตƒสธ สทโฑแต—สฐ แต—สฐแต‰ แต–แตƒแต—แต—สธโ€งโ€งโ€ง" "แดต'หกหก แตแตƒโฟแตƒแตแต‰ หขแต’แตแต‰สฐแต’สท หขแต’แตแต‰แตˆแตƒสธ แต—สฐแต’แต˜แตสฐโ€ง แดต แตโฟแต’สท แดต สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต‡แต‰ แตƒ หขแต˜แต–แต‰สณโปแต›โฑหกหกแตƒโฑโฟโธด แต‡แต˜แต— แต‰แต›แต‰โฟ แต‡แตƒแตˆ แตแต˜สธหข แถœแตƒโฟ สฐแตƒแต›แต‰ หขแต’แถ แต— หขแต–แต’แต—หขโ€ง สธแต’แต˜'สณแต‰ แต’โฟแต‰ แต’แถ  แตสธ แต’โฟหกสธ แถ สณโฑแต‰โฟแตˆหข แตƒโฟแตˆ แดต แตˆแต’โฟ'แต— สทแตƒโฟโฟแตƒ แต—แตƒแตแต‰ แถ แต’สณ แตสณแตƒโฟแต—แต‰แตˆโ€งโ€งโ€ง" แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟ แต‰หฃแต–หกแตƒโฑโฟแต‰แตˆ แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แถ แต‰หกแต— สฐแตƒแต–แต–สธโธด สฐแต‰แตƒสณโฑโฟแต สฐโฑแต แต’แต–แต‰โฟ แต˜แต– แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "แดต แตƒแต–แต–สณแต‰แถœโฑแตƒแต—แต‰ สธแต’แต˜ แตƒหข สทแต‰หกหกโ€ง" แดดแต‰ แถœแต˜สณหกแต‰แตˆ แต˜แต– โฟแต‰หฃแต— แต—แต’ สฐโฑแตโ€ง "สธแต’แต˜ โฟแต‰แต‰แตˆ แตƒโฟสธแต—สฐโฑโฟแต แต‰หกหขแต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตหข สธแต’แต˜ แถœแตƒโฟ แต—แตƒหกแต แต—แต’ แตแต‰โ€ง" 'โ€งโ€งโ€ง' "สธแต’แต˜ แตโฟแต’สท?" 'โ€งโ€งโ€ง' แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ แต—แต˜สณโฟแต‰แตˆ แต’แต›แต‰สณโ€ง "แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€งโ€งโ€ง" ' *หขโฟแต’สณโฑโฟแต* ' "โ€งโ€งโ€งแถœแตƒโฟ'แต— หขแต—แตƒสธ แตƒสทแตƒแตแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ หกแต’โฟแตแต‰สณ แดต หขแต‰แต‰ แดพหกแตƒโฟแตแต—แต’โฟโ€ง แดณแต’แต’แตˆ โฟโฑแตสฐแต—โ€งโ€งโ€ง" แ”†แต–แต’โฟแตแต‰แต‡แต’แต‡ หขแตโฑหกแต‰แตˆโ€ง
COMPUTER SENSORS iv ** แดฌหข แตƒ โฟแต‰แต˜สณแต’แตˆโฑแต›แต‰สณแตแต‰โฟแต— สทสณโฑแต—แต‰สณ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—โฑแตแตแตƒแต—โฑแถปแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สธแต–แต‰ แต’แถ  แตˆโฑหขแตƒแต‡โฑหกโฑแต—สธ โฟแต’สณ แถœแต’แตแตแต˜โฟโฑแต—สธ แตƒหข แตƒ สทสฐแต’หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโธด แดต แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒโฟ แดฌแดต แตแต‰โฟแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต’สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สทแต‰แตƒแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทสณโฑแต—โฑโฟแต * Hanna laughs as he makes a particularly clever move. "You've got a knack for this," she says, accidentally jabbing him hard. "I'm sorry," she says quickly, her hand hovering in the air. "I didn't mean toโ€”" But Plankton doesn't flinch. He's frozen, limbs limp at his sides. Hanna realizes the gravity of the situation. The room feels suddenly too warm, too bright, too loud. She's done it againโ€”pushed him too far. "Plankton?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "You ok?" He doesn't respond, his body eerily still. Hanna feels the weight of her mistake. She'd been so caught up in the game, so focused on their newfound friendship that she'd forgotten his limitations. Karen sets her cards down gently and moves closer to her husband, her hand reaching out to his. "Plankton?" she says, her voice softer than a feather's touch. The room seems to hold its breath, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator. Hanna watches as Karen's hand hovers over Plankton's, the space between them filled with a tension that's almost palpable. Plankton's eye remains open, unblinking. His limbs are limp, no longer moving with their usual grace. It's as if he's a statue, frozen in time. Hanna's mind races, replaying the last moments, trying to understand what happened. Slowly, Karen reaches for Plankton, her touch feather-light. She speaks softly, a gentle coax that seems to seep into his very being. "Plankton," she whispers, "You're ok. You're safe." Hanna watches, her own hands clenched into fists at her sides. The room feels like it's closing in around her, the pressure of the silence suffocating. But Karen's calmness is a beacon, a reminder that she's seen this before, that she knows how to handle it. "Plankton, baby," Karen says, her voice soothing and gentle. "You're ok. Just breathe." Hanna's eyes are wide with worry as she watches the scene unfold. Plankton's eye open but unseeing, his body frozen . The reality is more terrifying than she could have imagined. "Plankton," she says, "you know I'm here. You know I've got you." It's a gentle reminder of the safety net she's always been, the one constant in his ever-shifting world. Plankton's body remains still, a silent sentinel in the midst of their quiet living room. He lay slack in Karen's arms, his eye unblinking, as if he's listening to a melody that only he can hear. Hanna watches, as Karen's voice weaves a tapestry of comfort around them. "You know I'm here," Karen says softly, her hand still clutching Plankton's tentacle. "You're not alone." Her words are a gentle reminder of the sanctuary she's always provided, a shelter from the overwhelming world outside. "It's okay," she says, "just come back to us when you're ready." Karen sighs, breaking the tension. "It's ok," she says, her voice a gentle whisper that seems to fill the room. "This happens sometimes." She looks at Hanna with understanding and a hint of sadness. "What can I do to help?" Hanna asks, her voice trembling slightly. "Just keep an eye on him," Karen says, never leaving her husband. "If he starts to seize we'll need to move him to the floor and clear any sharp objects. But he's usually ok after these episodes. They're not necessarily 'seizures' but they can be similar." Hanna nods, trying to absorb the information. She's never dealt with something like this before, and the fear is palpable. But she's determined to be there for her friends, to understand and support them through this. She takes a deep breath, focusing on Karen's words. "This isn't the first time. We have a protocol for these episodes." Karen's grip tightens, never leaving his unseeing gaze. "You're ok," she repeats, her voice a soothing balm in the maelstrom of his mind. "Just let it pass." Karen's turns to Hanna. "It's ok. He'll come out of it soon." She speaks with the calmness experience with Plankton's condition a silent testament to the strength of their bond. Hanna nods, glued to Plankton's unmoving form. "Ok," Karen says, turning her attention back to her husband. She takes a deep breath her voice steady. "Hanna, come here." Hanna moves tentatively, feeling like she's walking through a minefield. She approaches Plankton's side, her eyes never leaving his frozen form. Karen's hand leaves his, and she takes Hanna's in its place. "Just hold his hand," she instructs. "Let him know you're here, too." Her hand is trembling as it reaches for Plankton's. She wraps her fingers around his. She squeezes gently, hoping to convey her apology without words. Karen speaks to Hanna. "Just hold on," she says, "don't let go. He'll feel your warmth, your presence." Karen's hand guides hers, showing her the right amount of pressure, the right rhythm of gentle strokes that she knows comforts him. "Good," Karen murmurs, still locked on Plankton's vacant gaze. "Just keep doing that. It helps him feel connected." Hanna nods, her grip firm but gentle on Plankton's. She's acutely aware of the responsibility in her grasp, the power to either comfort or cause further distress. Karen's hand moves to her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Good," she whispers. "Just keep doing that." Her hand moves to Hanna's, guiding her in the slow, deliberate strokes that she knows calm him. "Remember, he's ok. He's just taking a break." Hanna nods, trying to push down the panic rising in her chest. She watches as Karen's hand glides over Plankton's, her touch as light as a feather. It's a silent dance, a language of comfort that Hanna is just beginning to understand. "Just like this," Karen whispers, never leaving Plankton's unseeing gaze. "Let him know you're with him." Hanna nods, brimming with tears she's fighting to hold back. She mimics Karen's gentle strokes feeling the tension in Plankton slowly begin to ease. It's a delicate balance, a silent conversation that she's only just learning the language of. "That's it," Karen whispers, her hand still on Hanna's shoulder. "Just keep going. He'll come back to us." Hanna feels the tension in her own body slowly unravel as she matches her strokes to Karen's rhythm. It's a strange, almost meditative experience, this silent communication of care. "Good," Karen says, her voice a gentle breeze. "Just keep your breathing steady." She demonstrates. "It helps him sync up with us." Karen says, her voice a gentle guide. "Inhale...exhale...in...out." Karen whispers, her hand still resting on Hanna's shoulder. "Now, just keep your voice low. He's sensitive to sound right now." Hanna nods, her voice a mere murmur. "Ok." She watches as Karen's hand continues to move over Plankton's strokes a silent promise of safety. "Just talk to him," Karen says. "Use a soft voice. It'll help bring him back." Hanna swallows hard, her voice shaky. "Plankton, I'm here. It's Hanna." She wonders if he can feel her touch, if he knows she's there. "Good," Karen says, her own voice a gentle hum in the stillness. "Just keep talking to him. He'll come back when he's ready." "I'm sorry, Plankton," she says, her grip tightening slightly. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to show you that I care." Karen nods. "That's good," she murmurs. "Just keep talking to him. Tell him what you're feeling." Her hand moves to cover Hanna's, guiding her in the gentle strokes that Plankton needs. "He'll hear you. He just needs time to come back." "I'm here, Plankton," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry for pushing too hard. I didn't mean to hurt you." Here locked on his unblinking gaze, willing him to understand. Karen's hand is warm and steady on hers, a silent reminder that she's not alone. She feels a strange kinship with Plankton in this moment, a shared experience of fear and confusion that transcends words. Karen's filled with empathy as she nods, urging Hanna to continue. "Just keep talking to him," Karen whispers, her voice a gentle coax. "He's still with us. He just needs to find his way back." Hanna nods, her voice a soft echo in the quiet room. "Plankton, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to be friends." Karen's hand squeezes her shoulder, a silent message of support. "That's it," she whispers. "Just keep your voice low and steady. He'll hear you." Hanna continues her gentle strokes, her voice a soothing lullaby. "You're safe," she repeats, her words a gentle echo of Karen's earlier reassurances. "We're here for you." The room feels like it's holding its breath, every atom suspended in anticipation of Plankton's return. And then, it comesโ€”a blink, a faint twitch. It's as if a door has cracked open, a sliver of light piercing the darkness. "Look," Karen breathes, her voice a whisper of hope. "He's coming back." "Plankton," she says again, her voice a gentle caress. "I'm here. It's Hanna." The grip twitches more noticeably now, and she feels his pulse quicken beneath her fingertips. "Keep it up." "We're all here for you."
COMPUTER SENSORS iii ** แดฌหข แตƒ โฟแต‰แต˜สณแต’แตˆโฑแต›แต‰สณแตแต‰โฟแต— สทสณโฑแต—แต‰สณ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—โฑแตแตแตƒแต—โฑแถปแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สธแต–แต‰ แต’แถ  แตˆโฑหขแตƒแต‡โฑหกโฑแต—สธ โฟแต’สณ แถœแต’แตแตแต˜โฟโฑแต—สธ แตƒหข แตƒ สทสฐแต’หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโธด แดต แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒโฟ แดฌแดต แตแต‰โฟแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต’สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สทแต‰แตƒแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทสณโฑแต—โฑโฟแต * Slowly, Plankton's eye fluttered open, and he looked up at Karen. "You ok?" she asked softly, her hand still on his shoulder. Plankton took a deep breath and nodded, eye still clouded with the haze of overstimulation. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Just needed a... a moment." Karen leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I know," she said, her voice filled with love and understanding. "I'm sorry I didn't catch on sooner. Hanna's a good person. She just didn't understand." Hanna returned with an armful of board games, her screen searching the room for Plankton. She saw him on the bed. "Look what I found!" she said, her voice cheerful but cautious. Plankton looked up at her, his gaze still hazy. "Films," he says. "Yeah," Hanna said, her voice hopeful. "I figured it might be a good way to keep things low-key after the movie." Karen looked at her with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Hanna," she said. "That's really thoughtful of you." "How about 'Molecule Madness'?" she suggested, her voice still tentative. "It's a science-themed strategy show. I remember Plankton mentioning he likes science." Karen nodded, her eyes lighting up. "That sounds perfect," she said, her hand sliding from Plankton's shoulder to give him a gentle pat. Karen watched the exchange, her heart swelling with love for both of them. "You're doing great, Hanna," she said, her voice gentle. "Just remember, it's ok to ask questions. And Plankton, it's ok to tell if you need more space." Hanna made sure to keep the volume low and the lights dimmed, and she sat a respectful distance away, giving him the space he needed. The show played out, a gentle narrative that neither of them had to fully engage with, the perfect backdrop to their quiet evening. And Plankton's breathing evened out. As the show went on, Plankton began to relax further, loosening his grip on the couch cushions as he felt more restful. It's late by the time the show finished. Hanna looked over at Plankton, who had slumped into the couch, curled loosely around a cushion. His eye was closed, and his breathing was slow and even. She realized he had fallen asleep. Carefully, she stood up and turned off the TV, the sudden silence feeling vast after the muted chuckles of the sitcom. She grabbed a blanket from the arm chair and draped it over him, taking a moment to appreciate the peacefulness that had settled over the room. Later, Karen appeared in the doorway. "Is everything ok?" she says rounding the corner. Hanna glanced over at Plankton, still loosely gripping the couch cushion, breathing deep and even. "I think he's asleep," she whispered, smiling softly. Karen nodded, walking over to the couch. She gently stroked his antennae, her touch light as a feather. "It's been a long day for him," she murmured, her voice filled with concern and love. "It's been a long day for him," she says. "Why don't you crash on the other couch?" Hanna nods, the weight of the evening's events settling in. She looks over at Plankton who's snoring softly. The next morning, she wakes up early to find Karen making coffee in the kitchen. The peaceful scene contrasts with the previous evening's tension, and they exchange greetings, acknowledging the quiet morning. The smell of breakfast starts to fill the room. Plankton stirs slightly, his antennae twitching in his sleep. Hanna's hoping she hadn't disturbed him. But his breathing remains even, and he settles back in to a peaceful slumber. Karen brings over a tray with a steaming cup of tea for Plankton and sits beside him. "Hey," Karen whispers, stroking his arm gently. Plankton's eye opens slowly, focusing on her. He blinks a few times, looking around. "What time is it?" he murmurs. "Morning," Hanna says, her voice soft. "Do you want to sit up?" Karen quickly moves to grab a pillow and a blanket, placing them around his shoulders. "Thanks," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. They share a peaceful moment, with Plankton opening up about his preferences, such as enjoying puzzles and cooking, which offer him control over his sensory environment. This exchange signifies a step towards rebuilding their relationship on more empathetic and understanding terms. Hanna nods, taking a bite of her own pancake. "That makes sense," she murmurs. "I can see how that would be helpful." Hanna shares her passion for photography. Plankton shows interest and offers a thoughtful comparison to his own need for control, suggesting a shared understanding is growing between them. This conversation deepens their bond and shows a shift to mutual respect and appreciation. "Maybe you can show me some of your work sometime." "I'd love that," Hanna says, her heart warming at his genuine interest. "And maybe you can teach me more about molecular gastronomy?" Plankton's eye lights up. "Really?" "Yeah," Hanna says, grinning. "I've always wanted to learn more about it." Plankton perks up a little. "Well, if you're serious," he says, "I'd be happy to teach you some basics." Hanna nods eagerly. "I'd love that," she says. "It seems like a great way to combine science and cooking." "It is," Plankton agrees, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's all about understanding the molecular structure of food and how it interacts with other substances. It can be quite fascinating." Karen smiles at the two of them, sipping her coffee. "I'm going to leave you two to your nerdy breakfast chat," she says, standing up and taking her plate to the sink. "I've got some work to catch up on." Hanna turns back to Plankton. "So, molecular gastronomy," she says, trying to keep her voice calm despite her excitement. "Where do we start?" Plankton proposes they start with a simple molecular gastronomy project, creating balsamic vinegar caviar. Hanna is fascinated by the precision and science involved. As they work together in the kitchen, their conversation naturally flows into discussions of their shared love for creativity and art. Through this collaborative activity, they continue to build their bond, finding common interests and growing more comfortable with each other's company. As they continue to cook, Plankton's enthusiasm for molecular gastronomy becomes infectious. Hanna is surprised at how much she enjoys the meticulousness of the process, and Plankton seems just as surprised at how quickly she catches on. They laugh together as they plate their creations, the balsamic vinegar caviar looking like a miniature galaxy on a white plate. The rest of the day unfolds in a similar fashion, with Plankton introducing Hanna to more of his hobbies and passions. They experiment with different cooking techniques, and Hanna even takes out her camera to capture some of the more visually stunning dishes they make. Plankton, usually so guarded about his personal space, allows her to hover closer offering suggestions on lighting and composition. As the evening approaches, Karen emerges from her office, looking surprised and impressed by the culinary masterpieces scattered across the counter. As the evening wears on, they move into the living room. The three of them sit. Karen pulls out a board game she thinks Plankton might enjoy. Plankton tenses slightly, but he nods, willing to give it a try. As the game progresses, Plankton's competitive streak emerges. He's strategic and thoughtful, his moves deliberate. Hanna can see the way his mind works, piecing together the puzzle of the game with the same precision he uses to navigate his sensory world. It's fascinating and a little intimidating, but she's determined to keep up.
General anaesthetics can affect your memory, concentration and reflexes for a day or two, so itโ€™s important for a responsible adult to stay with you for at least 24 hours after your operation, if youโ€™re allowed to go home. Most people are awake in the recovery room immediately after an operation but remain groggy for a few hours after. Youโ€™ll probably feel groggy and a bit confused. You may continue to be sleepy, and your judgment and reflexes may take time to return to normal.
CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xiv (By NeuroFabulous) Sandy and Chip watch as she tucks the blanket around his form, her movements careful not to disturb his slumber. "Let him sleep," she murmurs, her voice a caress. "He'll wake when his body's ready." The two of them nod, understanding in their silent gazes. They sit quietly, the only sound the ticking of the clock and Plankton's deep snores. Sandy glances at Karen, her eyes filled with concern. "Is he okay?" she asks in a hushed whisper. Karen nods, her expression calm. "It's normal after surgery. He'll be fine." Chip's gaze is glued to his father, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar sight. "What happens now?" he asks, his voice small in the quiet room. Karen sits back, her hands folded in her lap. "Now, we wait," she murmurs. "Let him rest." Sandy nods, her eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. "It's late," she says, her voice low. "Should I stay?" "You can sleep in my bed Sandy," Karen says. Sandy nods, her eyes on Plankton. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to leave you alone." Karen smiles, her gaze on Plankton's peaceful face. "You won't," she says. "We're all here." Sandy nods, a soft smile gracing her features. "Thank you," she says, her voice a gentle echo in the silent room. She takes the offered space, her eyes never leaving her friend's sleeping form. Karen watches Plankton sleep, his antennae twitching slightly with each snore. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of emotion, a mix of worry and love. She knows the road ahead won't be easy, but she's determined to navigate it with patience and care. The next morning, the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the living room. Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching as the world intrudes on his slumber. The room is quiet, the remnants of the previous day's events a fading memory. He opens his eye to find Karen asleep in the chair beside him. Her hand is curled around his, a silent promise of support. Plankton's mouth feels swollen, the tender reminder of the surgery yesterday. He sits up slowly, his body protesting with a soft groan. The house is still, the only sounds the distant chirps of early morning scallops. Chip is probably still asleep, Sandy in the other room. Plankton's antennae quiver as the pain of the surgery starts to make itself known, a dull throb that echoes through his body. He reaches up to his mouth with tentative fingers, the swollen flesh meeting his touch with a sharp sting. He winces, his body tensing in response. Karen's eyes open. "You're ok," she whispers, her voice a gentle balm. She takes his hand, guiding it away from his face. "Le..." But Plankton's antennae are already twitching with discomfort, his eye wide with pain. "M'hurt," he mumbles, his voice a hoarse whisper. Karen's expression softens, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I know," she says, her voice soothing. "It's from the surgery." Plankton nods, his body stiff with discomfort. Karen stands, her movements fluid. She fetches a cold compress from the kitchen, the fridge's hum a gentle reminder of the world outside their quiet bubble. "Here," she murmurs, her touch featherlight as she places the compress gently against his cheek. The coldness soothes the ache, his antennae quivering with relief. Plankton's eye closes, his body sagging into the couch cushions. The pain is a dull throb, a constant reminder of his surgery. Karen sits beside him, her hand resting lightly on his, her presence a comforting weight. "What else can I do?" she whispers, her eyes filled with concern. He mumbles something incoherent, his antennae twitching. Karen frowns, her brow furrowed. "What was that, Plankton?" He opens his eye slightly, his voice thick with pain. "M'hurt," he whispers. Karen's heart clenches. "Your teeth?" she asks, her voice a soft concern. Plankton nods, his antennae drooping. "Mmh," he confirms, his hand moving to his swollen cheek. The coldness of the compress is a small mercy, but the throb persists. Karen's gaze is filled with determination as she looks for more ways to ease his discomfort. She remembers the pain medication from the doctor, quickly retrieving it from the kitchen counter. The bottle rattles slightly in her hand, each pill a potential lifeline. Plankton's eye widens slightly at the sound, his antennas twitching with anticipation. She opens the bottle with a soft click, the smell of mint wafting upwards. "Take one," she instructs, her voice a gentle guideline through the fog of his pain. He nods, his hand shaking as he takes the pill. The water is cold on his swollen tongue, the liquid a sweet reprieve. Karen watches as he swallows, her face etched with care. "There you go," she whispers, her hand never leaving his. The pain medication takes effect slowly, the throb easing into a dull ache. Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, his breathing evening out. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice a hoarse whisper. Karen's smile is a soft reassurance. He sinks back into the couch cushions, his antennae drooping with relief. The cold compress is a steady presence, her hand in his a warm reassurance. "You're welcome," she whispers, as Chip follows his mom's friend Sandy to them. Sandy's eyes are filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "How's he doing?" she asks, her voice a soft question in the early morning silence. Karen looks over back at Plankton. "He's in a bit of pain," she says, her voice a gentle sigh. "But the medication should kick in soon." Sandy nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can stay and help," she offers. "If you need anything, just let me know." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, his eye opening to meet her gaze. "Mmph," he mumbles, his voice still slurred. Karen nods, her smile gentle. "You're doing great," she whispers. Chip sees his dad's swollen cheeks and his antennae drooping. "Does it hurt a lot, Dad?" he asks, his voice filled with a newfound compassion for the man he's often seen as just his quirky father. Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, his eye blinking open. "Mmh," he mumbles, his voice a hoarse echo of his pain. "A little." Karen's smile is filled with empathy as she squeezes his hand. "It's okay, I'm here," she whispers. She knows the pain of his autism, the way it can magnify the smallest of discomforts into a symphony of sensory overload. She gently places the compress back on his cheek, her eyes never leaving his face.
CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xv (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's antennae twitch. "M'sorry," he murmurs, his voice a weak apology for his condition. Karen's hand is a steady presence, her grip reassuring. "You have nothing to apologize for," she says, her voice a soft whisper of comfort. Chip watches his father, his curiosity piqued. "Hey, Dad," he says, his voice a gentle reminder of the care and understanding that now exists between them. Chip sits on the edge of the couch, his hand reaching to touch Plankton's shoulder... Plankton's antennae shoot up, his eye snapping open in alarm. His hand shoots out, batting Chip's arm away. Chip recoils, his eyes wide with surprise. "It's okay, Dad," he says quickly, his voice low. "I wa-" But Plankton's antennae are quivering with agitation, his body tense. "Don't," he snaps, his voice sharp. Karen's eyes dart to her son, her expression a silent apology. She knows Plankton's autism makes him hypersensitive to touch, especially when in pain. Chip's hand hover in mid-air, his eyes wide. "Why'd yo-" Plankton's voice is a harsh interruption, his antennae twitching erratically. "I said don't," he repeats, his voice a firm command. Chip's hand drops to his side, his expression one of confusion and hurt. "It's okay," Karen says quickly, her voice a gentle reminder. "He's just sensitive." Sandy nods, her eyes on Plankton's face. "It's okay, Chip," she says softly. "Let's just give him some space." Chip nods, his gaze on his father's tense form. Karen's eyes are filled with compassion as she watches Plankton, his antennae still twitching with agitation. "It's all right," she whispers, her voice a gentle balm. "Your body's just healing." The silence stretches between them, a soft acknowledgment of his pain. The compress feels cold against his cheek, the medication a distant promise. His antennae droop slightly, his body beginning to relax. Karen watches him closely, her eyes a map of his comfort. "It's okay, Plankton," she whispers. "You just need to rest." His antennae twitch in response, his breathing evening out. The medication starts to kick in, the pain a distant memory. Plankton's antennae droop with the weight of his exhaustion. Karen's hand remains in his, a silent promise of support. She knows that his autism means that even the smallest touch can be too much, yet she also knows the comfort of familiarity. Chip's eyes are wide, taking in the scene before him. He wants to be near his dad! Karen's eyes are on them both, her heart a silent prayer. She knows how much Chip wants to comfort Plankton, to bridge the gap that autism often forces between them. Chip tries to keep his moves calm, but his heart races with concern despite his efforts to hold back. He also sees the way Karen's hand rests on Plankton's, a silent offer of comfort, and wonders if he could do the same.. So Chip takes a deep breath, his finger tentative as it reaches out to his father's shoulder, his touch immediate... Plankton's body twitches right at Chip's contact, his eye snapping open. "Mmph," he mumbles, his antennae shooting up in a defensive stance. Chip's hand freezes, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "It's okay, Da-" Yet Plankton's antennae droop again, his eye falling closed. "Mmh," he mumbles. But Chip takes this as a green light. He leans in closer, his finger brushing Plankton's cheek... "Don't touch me!" Plankton's voice is a whipcrack, his antennae twitching angrily. His hand shoots up to swat Chip's touch away. "M'fine!" he snaps, his body trembling with pain and frustration. Karen's heart aches, caught between her son's well-meaning concern and Plankton's desperate need for space. "Chip," she says gently, her voice a calming force. "Remember what we talked about.." Yet Chip wants to ask questions about his dad's dental surgery. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye opening to slits. "What?" he snaps, his voice a sharp edge. Chip's eyes are wide with curiosity. "What was it like?" he asks, his voice eager. "The surgery, I mean." Karen's smile is a soft explanation. "It was like a long nap," she says, her eyes on Plankton. "They gave him medicine to make him sleepy, so he wouldn't feel anything." Chip's eyes light up with interest. "What happened to make him asleep?" he asks, his voice filled with eagerness to understand. Karen's smile is a gentle explanation. "They used anesthesia," she says, her voice calm and steady. "It's like a special kind of sleep that lets doctors work without you feeling anything." Chip's eyes widen, his mind racing with questions. "But how did they know he was asleep?" he asks, his voice a whisper of wonder. Karen's smile is filled with pride. "They used monitors, sweetie," she explains. "They keep track of his heartbeat and breathing, so they know he's okay." Chip's gaze is riveted on Plankton's swollen cheeks. "But his mouth?" he presses. "What did they do?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, his discomfort visible. Karen's voice is a soft guide. "They took out his wisdom teeth," she says. "They were gonna cause problems." Chip's curiosity is a whirlwind of questions. "How do they know when you're asleep?" he asks, his voice filled with awe. Karen's smile is a gentle teaching tool. "They watch his brain waves," she says, her words a soft explanation. "They use a machine that shows them how much he's sleeping." Chip nods, his eyes absorbing the information. "And how'd dad woke up?" Karen's eyes are filled with patience. "They stopped the medicine," she says. "And when he was ready, his body woke up." Chip's mind is a storm of curiosity. "But what was it like?" he asks again, his voice a persistent wonder. "Being asleep like that?" Karen's eyes hold a hint of amusement. "It's like a very deep sleep," she says. "You don't dream, you don't feel, you just rest." Chip's curiosity is a tiny flame, flickering brightly in the quiet room. "But what about when he woke up?" he presses, his voice filled with a child's need to understand the world. Karen's smile is a gentle nod. "When you wake up from surgery, it's a little different," she explains. "The body's still sleepy, and his mouth was numb." Chip's eyes are wide with understanding. "Oh," he says, his voice a soft wonder.
COMPUTER SENSORS v ** แดฌหข แตƒ โฟแต‰แต˜สณแต’แตˆโฑแต›แต‰สณแตแต‰โฟแต— สทสณโฑแต—แต‰สณ แดต แตˆแต’ โฟแต’แต— แตแต‰แตƒโฟ แต—แต’ หขแต—โฑแตแตแตƒแต—โฑแถปแต‰ แตƒโฟสธ แต—สธแต–แต‰ แต’แถ  แตˆโฑหขแตƒแต‡โฑหกโฑแต—สธ โฟแต’สณ แถœแต’แตแตแต˜โฟโฑแต—สธ แตƒหข แตƒ สทสฐแต’หกแต‰โ€ง แ”†แต’แตแต‰แต—โฑแตแต‰หขโธด แดต แต˜หขแต‰ แตƒโฟ แดฌแดต แตแต‰โฟแต‰สณแตƒแต—แต’สณ แตƒโฟแตˆ แต—สทแต‰แตƒแต แต—สฐแต‰ สทสณโฑแต—โฑโฟแต * Plankton's chest rises and falls in a more pronounced rhythm, as if he's trying to keep pace with their gentle strokes. His eye, once a window to an internal maelstrom, begins to blink. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, as if clearing the fog of his sensory retreat. "I'm here," she whispers, her voice a promise. The room seems to hold its breath as Plankton's body slowly comes back to life. Karen's smile grows, a soft glow in the dim light. "Good," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "Just keep talking to him." Hanna nods, her own voice a shaky whisper. "I'm here," she repeats. "You're ok." His stare starts to waver, focusing on her face. She feels his squeeze her hand, a tentative acknowledgment of her presence. Karen's smile broadens. "See?" she whispers. "He hears you." Hanna nods, her voice a soft caress. "You're safe," she murmurs. His gaze slowly shifts to hers, his pupil dilating with recognition. It's a small victory, but it feels like the world has shifted back into place. "It's ok, Plankton," Hanna whispers, her voice a soft lullaby in the quiet room. "You're ok. I'm sorry." His eye slowly refocuses, the panic receding like a tide. The room, once a prison of anxiety, now feels like a warm embrace. "H-Hanna?" Plankton's voice is a raspy croak, a whisper of sound in the quiet room. Hanna lit up, a tear escaping to trace a path down her cheek. "Yes, it's me," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're ok." "What...what happened?" His voice is shaky, unsure. Karen's grip on Hanna's shoulder tightens for a moment before she gently pulls away. "You had a bit of an overload, honey," she says, her voice still a whisper. "Hanna's been helping me bring you back." Plankton squeezes Hanna's wrist once more before slowly retreating. She feels a pang of loss but understands that he needs space. He blinks rapidly, his gaze searching the room as if trying to piece together the puzzle of his reality. "It's ok," Karen says soothingly, her voice a soft melody. "You're safe. We're all here." Slowly, Plankton's eye refocuses, his pupil dilating as he blinks back to reality. He looks around the room, slightly confused, before his gaze settles on Karen's hand holding his. Recognition flits across his features. "Karen?" he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "I'm here," she says, her grip on his tentacle tightening slightly. "You're ok." His antennae flicker to life, and he takes a deep, shuddering breath. His gaze shifts to Hanna, who is watching him with a mix of concern and apology etched into her features. Hanna's wells up with tears as she sees the confusion in his gaze. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean toโ€”" "It's okay," Karen says quickly, cutting off Hanna's apology. She squeezes Plankton's hand gently. "You just had a little break. That's all." Plankton nods slowly, his antennae drooping slightly as he tries to piece together the last moments. Hanna can see the effort it takes for him to process what happened. She feels a wave of regret for pushing him too far, for not understanding his boundaries fully. Karen gives Hanna a knowing look. She's seen this before, the guilt that comes with accidentally triggering one of Plankton's episodes. But she knows that Hanna's heart is in the right place, that she's here to learn and grow. And as Plankton's gaze lingers on her, she knows that he sees it too. Plankton's gaze softens slightly, the panic subsiding. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a faint sigh escapes. Karen steps closer, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You don't need to explain," she says, her voice a balm to his frazzled nerves. "Just rest." Hanna feels a weight lift from her chest as Plankton's tentacle releases her hand. She withdraws it slowly, watching as he pulls his own tentacles closer to his body, a sign of his internal comfort. The room, which moments ago felt like it was closing in, now feels like a sanctuary, a place where they can all find peace. "Thank you," Plankton whispers, his voice a mere echo of its usual robust self. "Both of you." His eye meets Hanna's, and she sees in it a glimmer of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of her apology. Karen gently wipes a tear from Plankton's cheek, her touch as tender as a mother's. "Why don't we sit down?" she suggests, guiding him to the sofa with a firm but gentle grip. Hanna nods, never leaving Plankton as he settles back into the cushions, his arms curling around him protectively. She takes a seat beside him, her hand hovering just above his, unsure if touch is still welcomed. Plankton's breathing has evened out, his chest rising and falling in a deep, restful rhythm. His arms have stilled, and the tension in his body has melted away. Karen sits opposite them, filled with a quiet gratitude. "Thank you," she says to Hanna, her voice a soft whisper. "You've done so well." Hanna nods, still locked on Plankton. "Is he going to be ok?" Karen's voice is a gentle murmur. "He's just exhausted. It takes a lot out of him to come back from an overload." Hanna nods, still unable to fully comprehend the depth of her friend's condition. She watches as Plankton's breaths deepening into the steadiness of sleep. His eye closes with a final blink, and his body relaxes completely. Karen's hand reaches out to cover Hanna's, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's ok," she says, her voice a gentle reminder of the warmth in the room. "He'll be ok." Hanna nods, watching the steady rise and fall of Plankton's chest, slack with sleep, a testament to the fragility of his condition, and she can't help but feel a pang of guilt for disturbing his peace. A soft snore escapes Plankton, and Karen's hand slides away from Hanna's, and she reaches over to stroke Plankton's lightly, her touch a silent reassurance. His snore deepens. Karen smiles softly, a hint of amusement in her. "He's out?" Hanna asks. Karen nods, a soft smile playing on her lips. "For now. He'll be ok. Just needs some rest." "Is falling asleep a regular thing?" "Not always," Karen says, her voice a soft murmur that doesn't disturb the peaceful scene. Hanna nods, seeing Plankton's relaxed form. "How often does he nap?" Karen leans back in her chair. "He's a light sleeper, and he's only ever fallen asleep during the day one other time," she explains. "We left early to go out of town once to try how a therapy session might work, but it didn't work out well for him. After a shutdown, they let us leave, and he fell asleep in the car on the ride back." "What do we do now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Karen's smile is soft, a balm to Hanna's nerves. "Now," she says, "we let him rest. He'll be out for a bit, but it's good for him." She gently pulls the blanket from the back of the sofa and drapes it over his form, tucking it around him. "This'll keep him cozy." "What do we do when he wakes up?" Hanna whispers. "We'll keep things low-key," Karen replies, her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet. "No loud noises, no sudden movements. We'll just let him come back to us when he's ready." Hanna nods, her gaze still locked on Plankton. "What...what can I do to help?" Her voice is a soft tremble, a question wrapped in a cocoon of care. "Just be here," Karen whispers. She pauses, her hand still resting on Plankton. "Do you have any questions about his condition?" Hanna nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Do you know what caused him to be born with it?" she asks, her voice tentative. Karen takes a deep breath. "Plankton got stuck and momentarily deprived of oxygen during delivery pressure on his head was just too much, and it irreversibly damaged some of his neural pathways." "Is that... but how did it gave him sensory sensitivity?" "The doctors think it's because his brain had to compensate for the damaged parts, making his senses hyperactive to make up for what he's lost." She pauses, her gaze lingering on Plankton's sleeping form.
CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xvii (By NeuroFabulous) Chip's never felt so close to his dad, not even when they used to build sandcastles on the beach. Plankton's antennae tickle his neck, a gentle reminder of the trust that's been slowly building between them. The snores are a comforting background to the quiet evening. "Can I sleep out here, next to Dad?" Chip asks. Karen nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course," she whispers, her voice a soft caress in the darkness. "Just be careful not to disturb him. Let's get you both set up." They work together, moving pillows and blankets, careful not to jostle Plankton. Chip watches as his mother gently lifts his father's head, placing it gently on his own pillow as Chip stands up. They move a soft foot bench for Chip to sleep on next to Plankton. Karen pulls a blanket over both of them, tucking it around them both. Chip's heart races with excitement, his mind racing with the newfound connection. He lies down on the foot bench, his body tense with anticipation. Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he shifts, but he doesn't stir. Karen's eyes are a soft moon, her gaze a gentle reminder of the night ahead. "Remember," she whispers. "Don't move too much. He needs his space." Chip nods, his eyes filled with understanding. He watches as Karen disappears upstairs, the light flickering before going out. The room is a canvas of shadows, Plankton's snores a soft metronome. He lies still, his mind whirling with thoughts. It's strange, feeling his dad's body so close. He's always been the one to move away, the one to hide. But here he is, sleeping. The room is quiet, save for Plankton's snores. Chip swallows, his heart thumping. He reaches out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He's never felt so nervous about something so simple. He touches Plankton's antennae, his heart in his throat. They twitch slightly at the contact, but Plankton doesn't wake up. Chip's breath escapes in a silent whoosh. He holds his hand there, his fingertips exploring the softness of his father's antennae. They're so delicate, like tiny whiskers. Plankton's breathing doesn't change. Encouraged, Chip slides his hand further up, his heart racing. He's never felt so close to his dad, not even during those rare moments when Plankton allows a brief hug. His hand comes to rest on Plankton's shoulder, his father's arm lying limp. Plankton's snores hitch for a moment, his antennae twitching erratically. Chip's heart leaps into his throat, but then Plankton relaxes again, his snores resuming their comforting rhythm. Chip's hand remains on his father's shoulder, his mind racing with thoughts of all the times he's wanted to be closer. He's never dared to touch him like this before, afraid of setting off a storm of sensory overload. But now, as Plankton sleeps, his antennae lying still against his head, Chip feels a strange sense of peace. He watches his father's chest rise and fall, his snores a soothing lullaby. He's always been so quick to retreat into his shell, but here, in this quiet moment, he's vulnerable, his defenses down. Chip's hand remains on his father's shoulder, his thumb tracing gentle circles. He wonders if Plankton knows how much he's wanted to connect like this. How much he's longed for the kind of closeness that other kids share with their dads. The antennae on Plankton's head twitch slightly, and Chip holds his breath. But Plankton's snores remain steady, his body relaxed. A smile tugs at the corner of Chip's mouth. He's never felt this level of acceptance from his father, not even during their rare moments of physical contact. He leans closer, his eyes studying Plankton's sleeping face. His father's cheeks are still a bit puffy from the surgery, but there's a peace to his expression that Chip hasn't seen in a long time. His antennae lie still, no longer twitching with pain or irritation. Chip's hand on his shoulder feels like an anchor, a connection he's longed for. He wonders if Plankton's dreams are filled with the colors and shapes of their underwater world, or if he dreams of a place beyond the reef, a place where his inventions come to life. Chip simply watches him sleep, his own eyes drooping with exhaustion. As the night stretches on, the snores become a lullaby, a rhythm that soothes Chip's racing thoughts. He's so close to his dad, closer than he's ever been. The room feels smaller, yet somehow more expansive, like the ocean outside their door. He watches Plankton's chest rise and fall with each breath, his antennae lying still against his forehead. It's strange, seeing his father so vulnerable, so open to the world. In sleep, Plankton's usual defensive posture has melted away, leaving behind a softness that Chip has never seen before. He tentatively reaches out his other hand, his fingers sliding under the blanket to rest lightly on Plankton's hand. It's a small gesture, but it feels like a monumental step forward. Plankton's hand twitches, but doesn't pull away. Chip's breath catches in his throat, his heart racing. He holds his breath, waiting for a reaction. But Plankton's snores remain steady. Chip's heart thumps in his chest. He's never felt this close to his father. It's like they're sharing a secret, a quiet moment of understanding. He squeezes Plankton's hand gently, his thumb tracing the outline of his father's palm. Plankton's antennae twitch again, his hand moving slightly under Chip's. Chip's heart leaps, his eyes widening. Did he feel that? A soft squeeze from Plankton's hand, a silent communication. He squeezes back, his grip gentle. Plankton's snores continue, his hand relaxing into Chip's. The moment stretches, a warm band connecting the two of them. Chip's heart is a caged bird, fluttering with excitement. He's never felt so close to his dad, never thought this was possible. He watches as Plankton's snores deepen, his hand in his father's a silent promise of support. The room is a symphony of quiet moments, each breath a note of peace. Chip's lulled by the steady beat of his father's snores. His eyes drift shut, his mind a kaleidoscope of thoughts. He dreams of a world where Plankton's antennae don't twitch with fear, where the shutdowns don't steal him away. He dreams of a future where they can share laughter, not just the quiet moments like this. Hours later, Plankton's snores have turned into soft, even breaths. The room is bathed in the gentle glow of early morning, the sun peeking through the curtains. Plankton stirs, his antennae twitching as he awakens to a new day. He blinks slowly, his eye adjusting to the light. And then he sees it. Chip's hand, curled around his own, a warm pressure that grounds him. His son's body, curled into the foot bench, his chest rising and falling silently with sleep. Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he blinks, his mind foggy with the remnants of sleep. He tries to sit up, to pull away, but his body protests, a dull throb in his cheeks reminding him of the surgery's aftermath. He feels a warmth beside him, his son's hand in his own, a gentle reminder of the night's unexpected intimacy. His heart thumps in his chest, the realization hitting him like a gentle wave. Chip had been there, holding on, a silent support through his slumber. Plankton's antennae quiver, his brain slowly waking up. He's not used to this, to being touched so casually, so openly. It's a foreign sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. He looks down at their joined hands, his son's thumb resting against his palm. He's torn between retreating and embracing the moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But his son's gentle breaths, the weight of his body against his side... He feels a strange warmth, a feeling he's often chased away. But here, in the quiet pre-dawn light, he lets it in. Plankton's antennae twitch, a quiet acknowledgment of his son's presence. He doesn't pull away, his hand still in Chip's. His mind is a tornado of thoughts, spinning with the realization that he's allowed this unsolicited closeness with Chip. Plankton's heart beats faster, his antennae quivering slightly. He's not used to this, the unexpected warmth, the silent comfort of his son's touch. But as the moments stretch into something more, he finds that he doesn't want to pull away.
CHIP ON THE SHOULDERS xii (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye opening slightly to see the familiar sight of their front door. The house looked warm and welcoming, a haven from the overstimulation of the outside world. He nodded, his antennae drooping. "Home," he murmured, his voice still slurred. Karen helped him out of the car, his legs wobbly under the weight of his still-sluggish body. The fresh air was a shock to his sensitive system, his antennae quivering at the sudden change. "Come on," she urged gently, her arm around his waist. "Let's get you inside." Plankton leaned heavily on Karen as they made their way up the path to the house. The brightness of the sun was almost painful, his eye squinting against the light. "I'm shorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "Soo tired..." Karen chuckled softly, her arm tightening around him. "It's okay, Plankton," she said, her voice a gentle breeze. "You can sleep as soon as we..." But her words were lost as his antennae drooped, his body giving in to the siren call of sleep. His eyelid fluttered closed, his head lolling forward. "Plankton," she whispered, her voice a gentle nudge. But his body was heavy, his antennae still. With a sigh, Karen picked him up, cradling him against her chest. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden motion, his eye opening to slits. "Wha..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "You're okay, Plankton," she soothed, her voice a gentle whisper. "We're going inside." Her arms were strong, her movements slow and steady, carrying his weight with ease. The world outside faded away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of their home. Inside, Sandy and Chip played chess, the only other sounds the soft footsteps of Karen's feet and Plankton's muffled snores. Sandy looked up as Karen carried in the sleeping Plankton, his antennae drooping like wilted flowers. "How's he doing?" she asked, her voice low. Karen nodded. "The surgery went well," she murmured. "But he's still out of it." Chip looked up from his chess board, his eyes wide as his mom carried his dad. Sandy quickly set aside the chess pieces and rushed to help. Karen set him on the couch, his antennae brushing the fabric as he was laid down. "Just rest here for a moment," she murmured, her hand smoothing his antennae. Chip watched, his curiosity piqued by his dad's vulnerable state. "Is he okay?" he whispered, his eyes searching Karen's face for answers. "He's fine," she assured him, her voice soft. "He's just really tired from the surgery. The anesthesia makes it hard for his brain to stay awake." Chip nodded, watching as Karen tucked a blanket around Plankton's form, her movements gentle and careful. "Why does Dad snore?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "It's just his body's way of getting the air it needs," Karen explained, her voice a soft mumble. The living room was bathed in dim light, the curtains drawn to keep the world at bay. Plankton's snores grew louder, his antennae twitching with each inhale. Sandy's filled with concern. "Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her voice hushed. "Help with Chip?" Karen's smile was filled with gratitude. "That would be amazing," she murmured. "I need to keep an eye on Plankton." She gestured to the sleeping form on the couch. Sandy nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course," she said. "I'll watch Chip." Her voice was a gentle whisper, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had descended upon the house. With Plankton safely on the couch, Karen turned to face Sandy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of the day's events. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Sandy waved a dismissive hand. "It's what friends are for," she said, her smile soft. "Now, go take care of Plankton. I've got this." Karen nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. She knew she could trust Sandy with Chip, especially in a time like this. She bent over Plankton, her hand brushing his antennae gently. "Rest," she whispered, her voice a soothing caress. "You're safe." Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, his sleep-laden eye sliding open. The room spun around him, the edges soft and fuzzy. "Karen?" he mumbled, his voice thick with slumber. Karen's face appeared above him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're okay, Plankton," she whispered, her hand stroking his antennae gently. "You're safe." The words washed over him like a gentle wave, the warmth of her voice seeping into his bones. His antennae quivered slightly, his eyelid flickering. The room spun, his body heavy and sluggish. "Home," he murmured, his voice a sleepy echo of his earlier sentiment. Karen's smile grew, her eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we're home," she said, her voice a lullaby. "You can rest now." Plankton let out a contented sigh, his antennas drooping with exhaustion. The gentle stroking of Karen's hand on his antennae was the last thing he felt before his mind slipped fully into the abyss of sleep. His snores grew deep and even, his body finally at peace.
TOOTH AFTERNOON v With care, Karen spooned a small amount of ice cream into a bowl, the coldness a stark contrast to the roomโ€™s warmth. She brought it to his mouth. โ€œHere, just a little bit at a time. Let it melt a bit, okay?โ€ she instructed, her voice a soft reminder of the care he needed. Planktonโ€™s eye widened as the chilled sweetness touched his tongue. He took small, tentative licks, the taste familiar yet foreign in his numbed mouth. โ€œMmh...goog,โ€ he murmured, his words still slurred. Karen watched with affection, her heart swelling with love as she fed him. The simple act of caring for him in this vulnerable state was a testament to their bond, stronger than the Krabby Patties theyโ€™d fought over countless times. She knew heโ€™d be back to his usual antics soon enough. โ€œTank...you,โ€ he managed, his voice still thick. Karenโ€™s smile was a soft embrace. โ€œYouโ€™re welcome, Plankton. Now, letโ€™s get you comfortable. Here, lie back down,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of the care he needed. Planktonโ€™s body complied, his head sinking back into the pillow with a sigh. Karen carefully placed the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table. โ€œRest now, Plankton. Iโ€™ll be right here if you need anything,โ€ she whispered. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his thoughts slowly coming into focus. โ€œIsh...okay, Karen,โ€ he mumbled, his speech still slurred as he closed his eye again. Karen watched him, her heart a gentle symphony of relief and love. She knew the recovery would be long, but the worst was over. With careful movements, she stood and dimmed the light, leaving just a soft glow from the lamp in the corner. She sat back down, her chair a silent sentinel in the quiet room. The hours ticked by, and Planktonโ€™s snores grew more rhythmic, his body finally relaxing into deep sleep. Karenโ€™s thoughts wandered to the days ahead, planning his care, his meals, his pain relief, and the moments of joy sheโ€™d weave into his recovery. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains. Planktonโ€™s eye fluttered open, his mouth throbbed with the echoes of the surgery. Karen stirred in the chair beside him, her eyes opening to the sight of him awake. She had spent the night in vigil, ready to ease his pain. โ€œMorning, Plankton. Howโ€™re you feeling?โ€ she asked, her voice a gentle melody. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his thoughts groggy from the remnants of sleep. The anesthesia worn off overnight, leaving him more aware. โ€œMorning...whath...whathโ€™sh...โ€ his voice was a croak. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle awakening. โ€œGood morning, sweetie. You had your wisdom teeth removed. Do you remember?โ€ she asked. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind a foggy haze. โ€œTesh?โ€ he mumbled, his mouth a swollen cavern. โ€œI only remember getting set up for surgery, then...nothing.โ€ Karenโ€™s smile was a warm comfort. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, love. Thatโ€™s normal. The anesthesia can make everything after that a bit fuzzy. But youโ€™re home now, and youโ€™re going to be ok,โ€ she assured him, her voice a gentle caress in the early morning quiet. Planktonโ€™s gaze searched the room, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings briefly unsettling him before he recognized the comfort of their bedroom. He shifted slightly, his jaw protesting with a dull throb. โ€œWhath time ish it?โ€ he mumbled, his speech still slow and thick. โ€œAnd what the barnacles happened?โ€ Karenโ€™s chuckle was a soft symphony of amusement. โ€œItโ€™s morning, Plankton. And as for what happened, after you had your wisdom teeth removed, you had a bit of a loopy day. But now youโ€™re home, and itโ€™s time to starโ€ฆโ€ Planktonโ€™s eye grew wide with realization. โ€œLoopy?โ€ he repeated, his voice still slurred. โ€œHow loopy?โ€ Karenโ€™s laugh was a soft symphony of memories. โ€œOh, you were quite the entertainment, Plankton. You talked about floobydust and bishbath, and thought it was still morning all afternoon. You even tried to sit up and look around while you had that IV in your arm!โ€ she said, her voice filled with gentle teasing. Planktonโ€™s eye grew wider with each word, his mind racing to fill in the gaps. โ€œIV? Did it hurt?โ€ he mumbled, his voice a sluggish river. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle reminder of his bravery. โ€œNo, sweetie. You were asleep for the surgery. You donโ€™t remember because of the anesthesia. But donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m here to fill you in on the details you miss,โ€ she said. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his curiosity piqued. โ€œTell meh... whath happened?โ€ he asked, his voice a slurred plea for clarity. Karenโ€™s smile grew, her voice a gentle stream of words. โ€œWell, you were a bit out of it. You talked about wanting to see the lobby, even though we were in the recovery room. But Iโ€™ll start with the anesthetic. After they set up, they administered the sleepy juice, and you were out like a light, then they took your teeth out, no problem at all,โ€ she recounted, her words a soothing balm to his confusion. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers. โ€œOut like a light? Howโ€ฆโ€ Karenโ€™s smile was a soft reminder of his resilience. โ€œYes, you were out cold. Right after they put the IV in, you just closed your eye and went to sleep with an adorable snore. And the surgery went perfectly. No complications at all,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his strength. โ€œAnd right before you first woke up from the anesthesia, I noticed you had a bit of drool. It was cute, really,โ€ she added, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind racing with questions. โ€œWhat else...Drool?โ€ he asked. Karenโ€™s chuckle was a warm symphony of shared moments. โ€œDonโ€™t worry; you were so tired, you didnโ€™t even wake up when I had to change your gauze,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his vulnerability. Planktonโ€™s hand reached up to his mouth, his fingers exploring the foreign presence. โ€œGauze? Why?โ€ he mumbled, his speech still thick with sleep. Karenโ€™s voice was a soft explanation. โ€œItโ€™s to help the bleeding stop, love. After they took your teeth out, they put some gauze in to help with the clotting. You had to keep it in for a bit, but you slept through most of it. You were a real trooper, barely even stirred,โ€ she said, her words a gentle reminder of the surgeryโ€™s aftermath. Planktonโ€™s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and questions. โ€œWhat about the lobby and the ice cream?โ€ he asked, his words still slurred but growing clearer with each passing minute. Karenโ€™s smile was a gentle reminder of his delirious state. โ€œYou kept asking to see the lobby because you were still under the anesthesiaโ€™s influence. And the ice cream was for later, once we got home. Itโ€™s still in the freezer, waiting for you to wake up and have it for yourself,โ€ she said, her voice a soft narrative of his hazy day. Planktonโ€™s mind slowly pieced together the puzzle. โ€œBut why did I want to see the lobby?โ€ he asked, his speech clearer now. Karenโ€™s smile was a soft illumination. โ€œYou were just confused, love. Sometimes after anesthesia, people say things that donโ€™t quite make sense. Itโ€™s normal,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle guide through his foggy memories. Planktonโ€™s gaze searched hers, his thoughts a tapestry of question marks. โ€œBut why did I drool?โ€ he slurred, his curiosity piqued. Karenโ€™s laugh was a sweet symphony of care. โ€œItโ€™s just a side effect of the anesthesia. Donโ€™t worry, you were out cold. You didnโ€™t even know it was there,โ€ she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his oblivion. Planktonโ€™s eye searched hers, his mind still trying to make sense of the day. โ€œBut the ice cream? Did I get any?โ€ he asked, hope in his voice. Karenโ€™s smile grew, her eyes twinkling. โ€œOh, Plankton. You can have some now, if you want,โ€ she said, standing up to fetch the frozen treat. Planktonโ€™s eye lit up with anticipation. โ€œYesh, pleash,โ€ he murmured, his mouth still uncomfortable. Karen returned with the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, a spoonful held out for him. She watched as he took it into his mouth, the coldness causing him to flinch before his expression softened into one of pure bliss. The sweetness and the coldness of the ice cream was a soothing balm to his sore mouth, and he took another spoonful.
๏ผƒ๏ผซ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ…๏ฝ…๏ผณ๏ฝ•๏ฝ’๏ฝ‡๏ฝ…๏ฝ’๏ฝ™ pt. 9 Plankton's eyelid grows heavier, and Patrick lets out a chuckle. Plankton's antennae twitch in surprise. He opens his eye halfway. "What?" he asks, his voice slurred. "You're falling asleep," Patrick says, his laughter bubbling. Sponge Bob watches his friend's struggle with a mix of concern and understanding. He knows Plankton's pride won't let him admit defeat so easily. So his eyes narrow slightly as a warning to Patrick. "I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protests are met with Patrick's laugh. "I said, I'm not sleepy," Plankton insists, his eyelid drooping. "rIgHt," Patrick says, condescending. Plankton's antennae twitch in irritation. "I'm not sleepy," he says, his voice slurred. But his eyelid continues to drop, and Patrick notices. "You totally are," Patrick giggles. Plankton's antennae drop, still trying to battle with sleep. "Maybe you should just admit it, Plankie.." "Patrick," Sponge Bob warns, his tone a mix of concern and amusement. But Patrick's laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls. "Look, Plankton's going nighty-night," Patrick coos. Plankton grits his teeth, his eyelid flickering. "I'm not," he slurs, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob tries to hold in a chuckle, his spongy cheeks twitching. Patrick leans in closer, his grin spreading wide. "You know, for a big, strong guy like you, you sure are tired," he says, his voice teasing. Plankton's antennae wobble in annoyance. "I'm not a baby, Patrick," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. But his protest is weak, his eyelid already half-closed. Sponge Bob bites his tongue, his own amusement bubbling up despite the situation. None of them know Karen's secretly filming this, turning video on. Patrick starts to mimic a lullaby, his deep, booming voice filling the room. "Hush little Plankton, don't say a word, mama's going to buy you all the candy in the sea..." Patrick's in his element, his imagination running wild and continues his nursery rhyme, his voice now a whisper. "And if that candy's not enough, then mama's going to buy you a new submarine..." "I said, I'm not a baby," he says, his voice gruff. But his stubbornness is no match for the medication, and his eyelid droops again. Sponge Bob watches, his own smile suppressed as he tries to keep the peace. Patrick's lullaby continues. "And if that new submarine doesn't make you fly, mama's going to catch you a jellyfish from the sky..." Plankton's antennae twitch. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly at the absurdity of it all, but he can't help but be touched by Patrick's efforts, however misguided. Patrick's lullaby continues, his voice now a gentle whisper. "And if that jellyfish's sting isn't right, mama's going to kiss it all better, goodnight..." Sponge Bob's smile spreads despite himself. He can see the caring intention behind Patrick's annoying persistence. Plankton's eye remains half-open, his antennae drooping. "I-I'm n-not sleepy," he mumbles, his words slurring together. Patrick's grin doesn't fade. "Hush, hush," he sings. "Don't you cry. Mama's gonna sing you to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll have jellyfish pie. And if that pie isn't sweet enough, mama's going to catch you a star..." Sponge Bob's cheeks are now shaking with suppressed laughter. Patrick's voice has turned into a soft, lilting melody. "And if that star doesn't shine, mama's going to build you a sandcastle so fine..." Plankton's eye closes completely despite his protests. Sponge Bob quickly claps his hands over his mouth to stifle a snicker. Patrick, oblivious to the effect his song is having, continues to serenade his sleepy friend. "And if that sand doesn't sparkle, mama's going to make it rain jelly..." Sponge Bob's shoulders shake with silent mirth. Plankton's breathing evened out, his antennae still, finally succumbing to sleep. "And if that rain isn't wet, mama's going to make you a sea...of...puddles... anโ€”" Patrick's voice trails off as he looks down. "Plankton?" he whispers, noticing Plankton's chest rising and falling evenly. Plankton's snores answer for him, a soft sound that fills the room. Sponge Bob's laughter bubbles over, his eyes watering. "Looks like he's out," he says, his voice still low so as not to disturb him. Patrick blinks in confusion, his smile fading. "But I wasn't done singing!" he protests, as Karen ends the video. Sponge Bob looks up at her, his smile now a chuckle. "Maybe you should save that for later," he suggests. Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Or never," she says, her voice a whisper. Patrick pouts, his eyes on Plankton's sleeping form. "But I wanted to make him feel better," he says, his voice sulky. Sponge Bob nods. "Of course, Patrick," he says, his voice gentle. "He's asleep now, and that's the best thing for him." Patrick's eyes widen with curiosity. "But why does he snore like that?" he whispers. Sponge Bob looks at Plankton, his mind racing. "Well, everyone sleeps differently," he says, his voice hushed. "It's just how his body breathes when he's asleep." Patrick nods, his finger hovering near Plankton's cast. "Can I touch the cast?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to Karen, who nods slightly. "Just be gentle," she warns. Patrick's finger taps the plaster lightly, his curiosity piqued. "It's so hard," he says, his voice filled with amazement. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, and Sponge Bob quickly intervenes, placing a hand over Patrick's. "Let's not disturb him," he whispers. Patrick nods, his eyes still wide with interest. "What's it made of?" he asks. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment. "It's like...a super strong paste," he explains. "They use it to keep his leg still while it heals." Patrick nods. Patrick's finger hovers over Plankton's cast. "But why does it make him snore?" he whispers. Sponge Bob chuckles, his spongy body shaking slightly. "Well, it's not the cast," he says, his voice a soft whisper. "It's just how Plankton snores when he breathes in his sleep," he explains. "So it's not because of his leg?" he asks, his curiosity peaking. Sponge Bob shakes his head. "Nope, it's just the way he sleeps." Patrick looks thoughtful for a moment, his curiosity not sated. "But how?" he presses. Sponge Bob leans in, his voice low. "Well, when we sleep, our bodies relax, right?" Patrick nods, his attention fully on his friend's words. "But does he snore like that when he's not hurt?" Sponge Bob shrugs. "It's just his way of breathing when he's sleeping deeply," he says, his eyes on Plankton's chest as it rises and falls. Patrick's curiosity doesn't wane. "But why?" he whispers. Sponge Bob thinks for a moment, his spongy brow furrowing. "It's because of the medicine," he explains. "It helps with the pain, but it makes him sleepy. It's like when you're sleeping so soundly that you don't even know you're snoring," he says. "It's just his body's way of getting air." Patrick nods, his eyes never leaving Plankton's face, his eyes studying Plankton's slightly parted mouth. "But why does he make that noise?" Patrick asks, his curiosity boundless. Sponge Bob sighs. "Well, sometimes when we sleep, our throats relax and vibrate," he says, his voice soothing. "It's like when you're trying to make a funny sound, but it just happens when we're asleep, Patrick, snoring is something our bodies just do when we're really relaxed," Sponge Bob explains, his voice patient. Patrick nods, his finger still hovering over Plankton's cast. "But what about his leg?" he whispers. "Is it okay to sleep like this?" Sponge Bob nods, his eyes on Plankton's chest rising and falling with each snore. "It's fine," he says. "The cast is designed to keep his leg still. It's important for healing." Patrick's eyes move to Plankton's face, his gaze lingering on his mouth. "What's with the mouth?" he asks, his voice filled with wonder. Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's just his mouth relaxing," he says. "Everyone's face looks a bit different when they're sleeping. It's all part of his body getting the rest it needs." Patrick nods, his eyes now on Plankton's antennae, which are twitching slightly. "What about those?" he whispers. "Do they move in his sleep?" Karen smiles. "Sometimes," she says. "They can move when he's dreaming. Sometimes, when we dream, our bodies react to what's happening in our minds." Patrick's eyes light up with interest. "What do you think he's dreaming about?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob shrugs. "Could be anything," he says. "Maybe he's dreaming about inventing the best Krabby Patty ever. Everyone's body does something different when they're asleep." "But why does his mouth hang open?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Sponge Bob explains, "It's like when you're sleeping, and you don't realize your mouth is open," he says. "It's just his way of breathing when he's in a deep sleep. And, when we're asleep, our muscles relax, including the ones that keep our mouths closed." Patrick nods, his gaze still fixed on Plankton's open mouth.
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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY vii (Autistic author) The movie ended with the snails crossing the finish line. Sponge Bob reached for the remote, fingers hovering over the button. "Would you like to watch something else?" he asks, voice soft. Sponge Bob noticed his friend Plankton's gentle snores. He had fallen asleep, his body slack. "Plankton?" he whispered. Sponge Bob leaned closer, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed Plankton's gentle snores. Plankton didn't stir, his body slumped slightly curled up. Sponge Bob's gaze softened as he realized he had fallen asleep likely for the night. Sponge Bob felt a wave of relief wash over him, for Plankton found comfort in their shared experience. He gently cradles him. Karen, watching from the doorway, smiled softly as she saw Sponge Bob's gentle care. She knew that Sponge Bob had always had a special bond with Plankton, but now, it seemed that bond had grown deeper, more meaningful. He had always been there for Plankton, through their many adventures and misunderstandings. Now, in the face of Plankton's new reality, he remained steadfast, offering a steady hand in the storm of change. "Let's get him to bed," Karen whispered, stepping into the room. Her eyes met Sponge Bob's, her gaze filled with warmth and thanks. Together, they carefully lifted Plankton from the couch, his body limp with sleep. His antennae twitched slightly at the sudden movement, but his snores remained steady, a testament to his deep sleep. Sponge Bob walked down the hallway, his steps light, carrying Plankton with ease. Karen had prepared the bed. They laid him down, his antennae flailing briefly before settling against the pillow. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around him, his movements careful not to disturb his friend. Plankton's snores grew quieter as his body settled into the cool embrace of the sheets. His antennae twitched one last time before going still, his mouth slightly parted. Sponge Bob and Karen stepped back, exchanging a look of shared relief. "He's asleep," Karen murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. Sponge Bob nodded, his gaze lingering on Plankton's peaceful face. "Thanks for today, Karen," he said, his voice grateful. Karen's smile was warm. "Anytime, Sponge Bob," she replied. "You're such a good friend to him." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes still on Plankton's sleeping form. "Always will be," he said. The next morning, Plankton woke up, and his antennae twitched as he registered the events of the previous day. He sat up, the blanket sliding off his body, and looked around. Sponge Bob stirred from the armchair, where he had dozed off watching over him. "Morning, Plankton," he said, his voice slightly rough with sleep. Plankton's antennae quivered as he looked around, his gaze falling on Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob yawned, stretching his spongy body, his voice gentle. "You fell asleep." Plankton's antennae twitched as his eye focused on Sponge Bob, his brain slowly piecing together the events of the previous evening. Sponge Bob's smile was warm. "You tired out, buddy?" he asked, his voice gentle. Plankton nodded slowly, his antennae twitching slightly. "Tired," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. Sponge Bob nodded, understandingly. "How about we start with a quiet morning?" he suggested. Plankton's antennae quivered slightly before he nods. "Quiet morning," he murmured, his voice agreeable. Sponge Bob nodded, his expression filled with concern. "How about some pancakes?" he offered. "They're nice and easy on the stomach." Plankton's antennae perked up at the mention of food. "No pancakes," he murmured, his voice still sluggish with sleep. Sponge Bob's eyes widened. "No pancakes?" he repeated, surprise evident in his tone. "But you love pancakes!" Plankton's antennae quivered as he thought, his voice a soft whisper. "Pancakes... no," he said, his gaze drifting to the window where the early morning sun peeked through the curtains. The light was gentle, not yet harsh enough to cause him pain. "Toast," he decided, his voice final. Sponge Bob nodded, his smile slightly saddened but respectful of Plankton's new boundaries. "Okay, toast it is," he said, standing up from the chair and heading to the kitchen. Karen met SpongeBob. "Good morning! How's everything?" Sponge Bob's expression was a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Plankton's okay," he said. "He's just really tired." Karen nodded, her gaze following her husband as he slowly made his way to the kitchen. "It's going to take some time for us to figure this out," she said. "But we'll get there." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's reclined form. "We will," he said, his voice firm with resolve. He returned to the kitchen, his spongy feet padding softly against the floor. The room was bathed in the gentle light of dawn, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound. He pulled out a loaf of bread, his mind racing with thoughts of Plankton's new needs. Sponge Bob carefully sliced two pieces of toast, placing them in the toaster with a soft click. "Morning!" Karen says as Plankton sits down. She gives him milk, as she knew it soothes him. "Stayed up late for movie. Still am tired. Love Karen and SpongeBob." The toaster's ding pierced the silence, and Plankton's antennae shot straight up, his body stiffening at the sudden noise. "Easy, Plankton," Sponge Bob called from the kitchen, his voice soothing. "It's just the toast." "Toast," he murmured. "Toast." Sponge Bob carefully brought the toast to the table, placing it before Plankton. The scent of warm bread filled the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of Karen's brewing coffee. Plankton's antennae twitched as he took in the sight, his body visibly relaxing at the familiar smells. "Yesterday's crazy, autistic or not. And you're still getting used to it all." Karen says as Plankton eats the toast. Plankton nodded, his antennae twitching slightly, still exhausted. The milk Karen had given him was warm, the perfect temperature to soothe his still-frazzled nerves. He brought the cup to his lips, his hands trembling just a bit. As the creamy liquid slid down his throat, Plankton felt a gentle wash of calm spread through him. His antennae, which had been twitching in anticipation of the morning's noises, grew still. It usually helps calm him, which is what it did today. Sponge Bob sat opposite him, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Plankton nodded, his antennae drooping as he took another sip of his milk. "Tired," he murmured. Karen sat next to him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "It's okay," she said, her voice a gentle reminder of his new reality. SpongeBob helped Karen clean up the kitchen. Plankton sat in the chair, his body slumped, his antennae still. His eye was closed, his tiny chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. His head tilted back and a soft snore escaped his open mouth. Karen noticed. The past few days had taken a toll on him, but she knew that with time and patience, they would find their new normal. "Let's get you to the couch," she murmured, her voice soft. She gently took the cup from Plankton's hand, his grip loose with sleep. Sponge Bob helped her lift his tiny form from the chair. Together, they carried him to the living room, his body relaxed in their grasp. They placed him on the couch, his antennae twitching slightly as he settled into the pillows. Sponge Bob tucked the blanket around Plankton, his eyes never leaving his friend's sleeping face. "Rest, Plankton," he whispered. "We're here." Karen nodded, her pixel eyes misting with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," she said. "For being here." Sponge Bob's smile was genuine. "Always, Karen," he said, his spongy hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "Always."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 10 (Neurodivergent author) COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 10 (Neurodivergent author) The room holds its breath, a suspended moment of understanding. Hanna nods, her smile a gentle ripple across her screen. "Ok," she says, her voice a soft echo. "Overwhelming moments it is." Plankton starts to rock slightly, they both notice. Hanna watches, her curiosity piqued. "What's with the rocking?" she asks, her voice a soft ripple of inquiry. Karen looks at her, her eyes a gentle wave of patience. "It's called self-stimulation, or 'stimming' for short," she explains. "It's a way for Plankton to regulate his senses." "But why?" Karen's smile is a soft sunrise, illuminating the room with patience. "It helps him process the world," she explains, her voice a gentle tide of understanding. "It's like a lullaby for his senses." Hanna nods, her curiosity like a tide that won't recede. "But it's not like he's just throwing a fit?" she asks, her voice a cautious wave. Plankton's rocking abruptly stops at her wording, his antennae snapping to attention like whips in a storm. His face is a mask of hurt, his voice a sharp coral when he speaks. "Don't you dare say that," Plankton snaps, his eye brimming with tears of sadness. "How could you?" Hanna's eyes widen, the room's calm shattered like a wave on the shore. "I didn't mean to..." Her words are drowned out by Plankton's sobs. "Why'd you say that?" he whispers, wiping his tears. "I didn't mean it like that," she says, her voice gaining volume. "I just don't understand..." Her words are a storm, cutting off his air like a sudden squall. Plankton's having an absence seizure, his body frozen like a statue in the middle of a tempest. His unblinking eye is unseeing, and Karen knows he's trying to process the shock. Hanna feels panicked at the sight of Plankton. "Plankton?" she whispers. Her voice is a pebble thrown into the pond of his consciousness, the ripples unnoticed. Karen's hand is a gentle anchor, a silent signal for Hanna to be calm. She moves closer, her screen a soft glow in the morning's light. "It's ok," she whispers, her voice a lullaby against the storm. "He's just having an 'overwhelming moment'." Hanna nods, her screen reflecting her newfound understanding. Karen's hand is a soft current on Plankton's back, guiding him through the tumult of his sensory overload. His body is still as a statue, his antennae a silent symphony of nerves. Hanna watches. "What's happening?" she whispers, fear lapping at her words like the tide at a rocky shore. Karen's voice is a gentle whisper, her screen a calm sea. "It's ok," she reassures, her hands a steady current on his back. "It's just an overwhelming moment." Plankton's body is a marble statue, his breathing a soft hush in the quiet room. His antennae hang limp, a silent testament to the storm within. Hanna's eyes are a sea of concern, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore of his unresponsiveness. "What do we do?" she whispers, her fear a currents in the air. Karen's screen never leaves his frozen form, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Just wait," she murmurs. "Let him come back to us." The room holds its breath, a bubble in the vast sea of their uncertainty. Plankton's body is a marble statue, his mind a tempest. Hanna's concern is a gentle current against the shoreline of her understanding. Karen's hand is a lighthouse beam, steady and strong on Plankton's back. She whispers to him, her voice the rhythm of the tides. "It's okay," she murmurs, her fingers tracing circles of comfort. "You're safe here." Her words are a lifeline thrown into the storm of his senses. His antennae twitch, a distant signal of life in the quiet morning. His eye blinks, the shutters of consciousness opening to the gentle light of her care. The room's calm is a soft embrace, their sanctuary in the storm of the world. "I'm here," Karen whispers, her voice a lighthouse beam in the fog of his fear. "You're safe." Her words are a warm current, washing over him, bringing him back to the surface. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye blinks, and he takes a shaky breath, the storm within him slowly subsiding. His body relaxes into her touch, his antennae drooping like tired seaweed. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice a quiet wave against the shore. "I didn't mean to..." Hanna's eyes are pools of regret, her smile a fading sunset. Karen nods, her gaze a gentle moonrise. "We'll take it slow," she whispers, her voice a soft surf against the shore of their friendship. The world outside the guest room is a distant hum, a gentle reminder of the waves that await them. Karen's hand is a comforting current on Plankton's back, her screen a beacon of understanding in the sea of confusion. "Let's go home," she whispers, her voice a soft ripple. Plankton nods, his body a ship at anchor, finding steadiness in her words. They move together, a silent ballet of care and trust, each step a gentle wave carrying them closer to the familiarity of their own space. "I'm sorry Plankton," Hanna says, her voice a soft ripple of regret. "I didn't know."
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