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These levels of sedation under anesthesia are defined by the American Society of Anesthesiologists (ASA) and are crucial in determining the appropriate level of sedation for each patient and procedure, ensuring patient safety and comfort throughout the perioperative period.

Minimal Sedation: Also known as anxiolysis, minimal sedation involves a drug-induced state during which patients respond normally to verbal commands. Their cognitive function and physical coordination remain unaffected, and there is no compromise in airway reflexes or protective reflexes. This level of sedation is commonly used for procedures requiring minimal discomfort or anxiety relief, such as minor dental procedures or diagnostic tests.

Moderate Sedation/Conscious Sedation: Moderate sedation, also referred to as conscious sedation, induces a drug-induced depression of consciousness, during which patients respond purposefully to verbal or light tactile stimulation. While maintaining spontaneous ventilation, patients may experience decreased anxiety and may have impaired cognitive function and physical coordination. However, they retain the ability to maintain their own airway and respond to commands. This level of sedation is commonly used for procedures such as endoscopic examinations, minor surgeries, or interventional radiology procedures.

Deep Sedation: Deep sedation involves a drug-induced depression of consciousness, during which patients may not respond purposefully to verbal or tactile stimulation. Patients under deep sedation may require assistance in maintaining their airway, and spontaneous ventilation may be inadequate. However, patients still maintain cardiovascular function. This level of sedation is often used for procedures requiring significant analgesia and amnesia, such as major surgical procedures or certain diagnostic imaging studies.

General Anesthesia: General anesthesia involves a drug-induced state during which patients are unarousable, even in the presence of painful stimulation. Patients under general anesthesia require assistance in maintaining their airway and ventilation, and cardiovascular function may be impaired. General anesthesia is characterized by a complete loss of consciousness and protective reflexes, allowing for surgical procedures to be performed without pain or awareness. This level of sedation is utilized for major surgical procedures or invasive diagnostic procedures where unconsciousness and muscle relaxation are necessary.

Procedural sedation and analgesia (PSA) is a technique in which a sedating/dissociative medication is given, usually along with an analgesic medication, in order to perform non-surgical procedures on a patient. The overall goal is to induce a decreased level of consciousness while maintaining the patient's ability to breathe on their own. Airway protective reflexes are not compromised by this process

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The Low After the High
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Summary:
Plankton goes into a depressive episode after his volcano plan falls through
Relationship:
Karen/Sheldon J. Plankton
Characters:
Sheldon J. Plankton, Karen (SpongeBob)

Plankton would regularly flipflop between emotions as far back as Karen could remember.
"Sheldon?" Karen said cautiously. Plankton just groaned slightly, curling further into himself. Karen frowned and walked over, sitting down next to him. "Sheldon, hey"
"What do you want?"
"Are you okay?" she asked and that's when the man broke down in tears. She picked him up and held him in her arms, rubbing his back gently. "It's okay" she told him. "You're okay"
"I failed..."
"You didn't" she shook her head. "Something came up that you couldn't have foreseen" she reasoned. "You didn't fail"
"I'm sorry"
"Shhhh" she shushed. "No apologies, okay? I love you"
...
"Yeah, I love you too"



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Sedation: 

Who Provides Anesthesia?
Several types of medical professionals are able to provide anesthesia, including:

Physicians (anesthesiologists)
Nurse anesthetists
Dentists/oral surgeons
Anesthesiologist assistants
The level of training varies between different types of providers, with anesthesiologists having the highest level.

If you are receiving nitrous oxide (laughing gas), you will be fitted with a small mask inhale the anesthesia.
If intravenous (IV) sedation is used, a needle is placed in the vein to administer the sedative.

Regional Anesthesia
Regional anesthesia is provided by injecting specific sites with a numbing medication. This may be done with a needle or via a flexible catheter line through which anesthetics and other medications can be administered as needed.

With this type of anesthesia, only the body part being operated on is numbed, which means you are awake—that is, sedated, but still conscious—during the procedure. The anesthetic works on the nerves, causing numbness below the injection site. You are monitored throughout your procedure.

Your anesthesia provider will continuously monitor your vital signs, including heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing, during your procedure.

Local Anesthesia
This type of anesthesia is typically used to numb a small site for minor procedures ,a numbing medication is either applied to the skin as a cream or spray, or injected into the area where the procedure will be performed.

Monitored Anesthesia Care (MAC)
This is a type of sedation commonly referred to as "twilight sleep." It's usually used for outpatient procedures to make you feel sleepy and relaxed.

While you may be heavily sedated, this type of anesthesia is different from general anesthesia because you are not chemically paralyzed, nor do you require assistance with breathing. Still, your vital signs are closely monitored to make sure you're stable throughout the procedure.

This type of anesthesia wears off in as little as 10 minutes. Depending on the medications used and the doses given, you may or may not remember the procedure.

When the surgery is done, other medications can be used to reverse the effect of the anesthesia. You will also be monitored in this recovery phase.
After the procedure is complete, the nitrous oxide gas or IV drip is stopped, and you'll be brought slowly out of sedation.
They control the level in your body by increasing, decreasing, or eventually stopping the infusion, which wakes you up.

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Specific Types and Classes

Multiple types are available. Some allow you to be alert and oriented during a medical procedure, while others make sleep so you're unaware of what's going on.
It essentially puts you into a medically induced coma.

This type of anesthesia not only allows a person to undergo a procedure without pain but also allows the person to be unconscious for the procedure.

Some specific types or classes of general anesthesia include:

IV anesthetics sedatives- your anesthesiologist will use your IV line to administer
into your blood. The medication works quickly and typically puts you to sleep in under a minute.
For this reason, its effects can be stopped by stopping the infusion, which will wake you up from it in minutes.

Inhalational anesthetics

The four clinical stages of general anesthesia include induction, maintenance, emergence, and recovery. Induction can be achieved through administration of either an intravenous or inhalation anesthetic. During the maintenance stage, anesthetic agents, intravenous, inhalation, or a combination, are continued to maintain the surgical stage of anesthesia. The emergence phase correlates to the discontinuation of anesthetic agents with the goal attaining near baseline functionality. Organ systems of focus include the cardiovascular, respiratory, and central nervous systems (CNS).

Throughout the procedure, the anesthesiologist will monitor your vital signs, including your heart rate and rhythm, blood pressure, temperature, and body fluid balance, to ensure safety and comfort.

The recovery phase is an extension of the emergence stage whereby the goal is to return the patient back to their baseline state of physiological function.
While most people will start to regain consciousness within a few minutes, it can take several hours to feel completely alert and coherent again.
Patients experiencing delirium or agitation when coming out of anesthesia can also feel hyperactive or experience extreme sluggishness. The researchers believe hyperactivity may result from the microglia intervening too much between the neuron and inhibitory synapses.

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These may include nitrous oxide (laughing gas) inhaled, an intravenous (IV) line in, oral medications like Valium or Halcion (for anxiety) or a combination, along with anesthesia to numb the pain.

Regardless of which type of anesthesia you’re given, you should feel relaxed and pain-free, with limited to no memory of the procedure. If you’re given general anesthesia, you’ll lose consciousness altogether. A surgical team will closely monitor your pulse, respiration, blood pressure, and fluids. 

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local anesthesia (you're awake and may feel pressure but shouldn't feel pain),
sedation (you're awake but with lessened consciousness and won't remember much) 
or 
general anesthesia (you're completely knocked out and won't remember jack)

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Three broad categories of anesthesia exist:

General anesthesia suppresses central nervous system activity and results in unconsciousness and total lack of sensation, using either injected or inhaled dr*gs. General anesthesia (as opposed to sedation or regional anesthesia) has three main goals: lack of movement (paralƴsıs), unconsciousness, and blunting of the stress response.
Sedation suppresses the central nervous system to a lesser degree, inhibiting both anxıety and creation of long-term memories without resulting in unconsciousness. Sedation (also referred to as dissociative anesthesia or twilight anesthesia) creates hypnotic, sedative, anxiolytic, amnesic, anticonvulsant, and centrally produced muscle-relaxing properties. From the perspective of the person giving the sedation, the patıents appear sleepy, relaxed and forgetful, allowing unpleasant procedures to be more easily completed. From the perspective of the subject receiving a sedative, the effect is a feeling of general relaxation, amnesia (loss of memory) and time pass1ng quickly. 
Regional and local anesthesia block transmission of nerve impulses from a specific part of the bødy. Depending on the situation, this may be used either on it's own (in which case the individual remains fully conscious), or in combination with general anesthesia or sedation. When paın is blocked from a part of the bødy using local anesthetics, it is generally referred to as regional anesthesia. There are many types of regional anesthesia either by ınjectıons into the tissue itself, a vein that feeds the area or around a nerve trunk that supplies sensation to the area. The latter are called nerve blocks and are divided into peripheral or central nerve blocks.
Local anesthesia is simple infiltration by the clinician directly onto the region of interest (e.g. numbing a tooth for dental work).
Peripheral nerve blocks use dr*gs targeted at peripheral nerves to anesthetize an isolated part of the bødy, such as an entire limb.
Neuraxial blockade, mainly epidural and spinal anesthesia, can be performed in the region of the central nervous system itself, suppressing all incoming sensation from nerves supplying the area of the block.

Most general anaesthetics are ınduced either intravenously or by inhalation. Anaesthetic agents may be administered by various routes, including inhalation, ınjectıons (intravenously, intramuscular, or subcutaneous)

Agent concentration measurement: anaesthetic machines typically have monitors to measure the percentage of inhalational anaesthetic agents used as well as exhalation concentrations.
In order to prolong unconsciousness for the duration of surgery, anaesthesia must be maintained. 
Electroencephalography, entropy monitoring, or other systems may be used to verify the depth of anaesthesia. 

At the end of surgery, administration of anaesthetic agents is discontinued. Recovery of consciousness occurs when the concentration of anaesthetic in the braın drops below a certain level (this occurs usually within 1 to 30 minutes, mostly depending on the duration of surgery)
The duration of action of intravenous induction agents is generally 5 to 10 minutes, after which spontaneous recovery of consciousness will occur.

Emergence is the return to baseline physiologic function of all organ systems after the cessation of general anaesthetics. This stage may be accompanied by temporary neurologic phenomena, such as agitated emergence (acute mental confusion), aphasia (impaired production or comprehension of speech), or focal impairment in sensory or motor function. 

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The different types of anesthesia are broadly described as:

Local anesthesia (agents, either topical or injectable, given to temporarily block paın in a specific part of the bødy) in which the medication only removes sensation from one part of your bødy, but you are not unconscious.
Regional anesthesia (injected agents, to numb a portion of the bødy)
General anesthesia (an agent, given either by mask or an IV line, to induce unconsciousness) General anesthesia is highly effective in keeping you unaware of your surgical procedure.
Monitored anesthesia care (also known as "twilight sleep")
It can be given intravenously (IV, by injection into the vein). The medication works quickly and typically puts you to sleep in under a minute. Medicines administered via the bloodstream begin to take effect quickly, often within minutes. Most people feel very relaxed at the start of IV sedation as the medicines begin to take effect. Many people remember the feeling of relaxation and waking up after the procedure is over but nothing in between.
There are different levels of IV sedation, and you may or may not be awake during the procedure. Your anesthesia team will adjust your sedation level throughout the procedure.
One other type of anesthesia apart from general is called MAC (monitored anesthesia care), where you are kept sleepy and given paın medication but still breathe independently.
Anesthesia can provide sedation ranging from slight (relaxed and mildly sleepy) to deep sleep.

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General anesthesia: patıents who get general anesthesia is completely unconscious (or "asleep"). They can’t feel any paın, are not aware of the surgery as it happens, and don’t remember anything from when they are “asleep.” Patients can get general anesthesia through an IV (into a vein) or inhale it through their nose and mouth.
With general anesthesia, you're typically given a combination of medications through a mask or intravenous (IV) needle. This will render you temporarily unconscious. The combination of medications used to put patients to “sleep” before surgery or another medical procedure is called general anesthesia. Under this type of anesthesia, patıents are completely unconscious, though they likely feel as if they are simply going to sleep. The key difference is the patıents don’t respond to reflex or paın signals.
Regional anesthesia: This type of anesthesia may be injected near a cluster of nerves in the spine. This makes a large area of the bødy numb and unable to feel paın. 
Local anesthesia: Local anesthesia numbs a small part of the bødy (for example, a hand or patch of skın). It can be given as a shot, spray, or ointment. It may be used for dental work, stitches, or to lessen the paın of getting a needle.
General and regional anesthesia are used in hospitals and surgery centers. These medicines are given to patients by specially trained doctors (anesthesiologists) or nurses (nurse anesthetists). Health care providers can give patients local anesthesia in doctors’ offices and clinics. Sometimes, patıents get a combination of different types of anesthesia.
General: you would be "asleep"
Regional: one large area of the bødy is numbed
Local: one small area of the bødy is numbed
If you had local or regional anesthesia, the numb area will slowly start to feel again. You then may feel some discomfort in the area. 
Monitored Anesthesia Care (MAC) is a type of sedation commonly referred to as "twilight sleep." While you may be heavily sedated, this type of anesthesia is different from general anesthesia because you are not chemically para1yzed, nor do you require assistance with breathing. Still, your vital signs are closely monitored to make sure you're stable throughout the procedure. This type of anesthesia wears off in as little as 10 minutes. Depending on the medications used and the doses given, you may or may not remember the procedure.
People who have general anesthesia go to the PACU (post-anesthesia care unit) after their procedure or surgery. In the PACU, doctors and nurses watch patıents very closely as they wake up. 
Some people feel irritable, or confused when waking up. They may have a dry throat from breathing tubes. 
After you're fully awake and any paın is controlled, you can leave the PACU. 

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ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴳᵃʳʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁿᵃⁱˡ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜʳᵃˢʰᵉˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ
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ᵃᵇˡᵉⁱˢᵗ ᵘⁿⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵗ
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ᵖᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵃʸ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ᵃᵗᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ 
ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢʰⁱᵖ ᵈʸⁿᵃᵐⁱᶜ ᵈᵘᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᵃˡˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᵉ ⁿⁱᶜᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴵ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵃᶜⁱᶠⁱˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ⁱˢˢᵘᵉˢ
ᔆᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶻᵒⁿᵉˢ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵘᵖ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ
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ᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵒᶜᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ‧ ᴵᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ʷᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ˢʰᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ
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ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʰᵘᵍᵍᵉʳ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢⁿᵘᵍᵍˡᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ; ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ
ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧
ᴵ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈˢ
ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ʰᵉˡᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ‧ "ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ
ʳᵉᶜⁱᵖᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˡⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ‧" 
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ "ᴮᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧‧‧" "ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ
ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ; ᵇᵉˢⁱᵈᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ!"
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧
ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵖˡⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ⸴ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵐᵒʳˢᵉˡ! "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ
ᵏⁱᵈ‧‧‧" ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵒʷ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍʳᵃᵗⁱᵗᵘᵈᵉ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵃʳᵉˡʸ ˢᵒ
ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ˢʰᵒʷˢ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧
ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸˢ ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉˡᵉᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ‧
ᔆᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ‧ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᴳᵃʳʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ "ᴷⁱᵈ⸴ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ‧‧‧" 
"ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ᴵ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ!" 
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ˡᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ‧ "ᵂᵃⁱᵗ⸴ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ
ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ! ᵂʰᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ᵀᵉˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿⁿ‽" ᴵ 
ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᵂᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰⁱˢ
ˡᵒʸᵃˡ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘᵐˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ‧
ᴵᵗ'ᵈ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʳⁱˢᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ! ᴼⁿˡʸ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ
ᵏⁿᵉʷ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶜⁱᵛⁱˡ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ‧‧‧
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉˢ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ
ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ
ᵃᵗ ᵒᵈᵈˢ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒʸᵃˡᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ⸴ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ
ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵍᵒᵃˡ ⁱⁿ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ˢʰᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ
ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵒⁿ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᶜᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵘˢᵉ
ᵍᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐᵐᵉ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉˡᵉᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴵ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ 
ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧‧‧" "ᴵᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃʳʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ⁸ ᵒ'ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐ‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ
ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗⁱʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ˡᵉᵃⁿᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘⁿᵃʷᵃʳᵉˢ‧ 
ᴼⁿˡʸ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐᵐᵉ‧
ᴼʰ ʰᵒʷ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱᵗ; ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ
ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵘʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ "ᴴᵒʷ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵉ?" ᴵ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ‧ "ᵂᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ‧‧‧" "ᴵˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ 
ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡıᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ 
ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵃ̊ʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ?" ᴵ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʳᵒᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴼʰ⸴ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ
ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ! ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘˢᵖⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ⸴ ⁿᵒʳ ᵇᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ!" 
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵉ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵉ?" ᴵ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ ᴴᵉ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ʳᵉᵈⁿᵉˢˢ‧ "ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ‧"
"ᵂⁱˡˡ ᵈᵒ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧ 
"ᴸᵃˢᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉⁿ ᵇʸ
ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡᶠ 
ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵃᵐᵐᵉ!" ᴵ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʲᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ
ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ; ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵐⁱᵗ ᵛᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ‧
ᴬˢ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵗˢ⸴ ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧ "ᵂʰʸ ʸᵉ ˡⁱᵐᵖⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵇᵒⁱ?" "ᴵ ᵗʳⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
ʷᵃʸ ʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧"
ᴺⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴶᵉˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᶠᵉʳᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ‧‧‧"
"ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ; ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ!" ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ
ᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐᵉʳˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ ᴼⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ⁽ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⁾
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ⸴ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ
ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧
"ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ˢᵉᵉ; ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʲᵉˡˡʸᶠⁱˢʰ⸴ ᵏᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ᵐᵉʳᵐᵃⁱᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ‧‧‧"
"ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ; ʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ⸴ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ!" "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʲᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳᵉ‧‧‧
"ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗ‧ ᵁⁿˡᵉˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ
ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ "ᴼʰ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳᵉ? ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ᵍᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ᵐᵉᵃˡ‧ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ!" ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ
ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢʰᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ
ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵇʳᵃⁱⁿˢᵗᵒʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ‧
ᴼⁿᶜᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉʳᵉ‧ "ᴾʰᵉʷ; ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ
ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵈᵘᵉ ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒᵉ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ
ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ
ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ‧ "ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧‧‧"
ᴵ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗᵈᵒᵒʳˢ ⁱⁿ
ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ
ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵇˡᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ; ⁱᵗ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵉⁿᵈ ʷᵉˡˡ‧
"ᴾᴸᴬᴺᴷᵀᴼᴺ‽" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘʳʸ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ 
ᵘⁿᵇᵉᵏⁿᵒʷⁿˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴹʸ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ "ᴳᵉᵗ 
ˡᵒˢᵗ⸴ ᴾᵃᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ!" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴺᵒʷ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ‧ "ᶻⁱᵖ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ; ʰᵉ'ˢ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ!" "ᴴᵉ
ⁱˢ ᵐᵉ ᵉᵐᵖˡᵒʸᵉᵉ; ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ!" "ᴴᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ
ˡᵒᵘᵈ‧‧‧ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʸᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵃˢⁱᵈᵉ!" "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ‧‧‧"
"ᴵˡˡ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ʸᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵐⁱᵗʰᵉʳᵒᵒⁿˢ ᔆʰᵉˡ‧‧‧" "ᴺᵒ! ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ
ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵗᵃʸ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ˡⁱᵐᵖ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧"
"ᴴᵉ'ˢ ˡⁱᵐᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒʳᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴱⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵖᵘⁿⁱˢʰ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ᶠᵒʳ
ʰᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᶻᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧‧" "ᵂᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᶠᴵᴿᴱ ᴴᴵᴹ!" ᵂᵉ ᵃˡˡ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗˡʸ
ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢʰᵒᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶜʰᵒ ᵒᶠ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷʰⁱᵐᵖᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᵂᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ‧‧‧
"ᴸⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ⸴ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ; ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ʲᵒᵇ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ‧‧‧" ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ᵗᵉᵃʳʸ ᵉʸᵉᵈ ⁿᵒʷ‧‧‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢᶜᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ⸴ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ; ᵇᵘᵗ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᵃᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ! ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧"
"ᔆⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈᵒ‧‧‧" "ᵂᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰᔆ⸴ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴴᴱ ᴰᴼᴱᔆᴺ'ᵀ ᴰᴱᔆᴱᴿⱽᴱ ᴱᴵᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᴼᶠ ᵁᔆ!" 
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵗᵒᵐᵖᵉᵈ⸴ ʰᵃʳᵈ‧ "ᵂʰʸ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᴿᴬᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᵀᴬᴷᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴸᴬᶜᴷ ᴱʸᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᴺ
ᵀᴼ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴹʸ ᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰ ᶠᴵᴿᴱᴰ!" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃˢ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ
ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᴬ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ‧ "ᴳᵒ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ⸴ ᵉᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ‧ ᔆᑫᵘᵃˢʰ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ
ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧‧‧" ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᶠᵉˡᵗ 
ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵗᵒᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵇᵇᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ⸴ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳⁱᵗʸ ⁱⁿ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵏ 
ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ‧ 

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Why do people sleep talk?
Posted May 24, 2009
Why do people sleep talk?
In order to better understand parasomnias, it is important to understand what happens while we sleep. We start out awake when we lie down, close our eyes, and fall asleep, entering into light sleep, which then quickly gives way to deeper sleep.
This is referred to as a sleep cycle, and generally lasts between 90-120 minutes. Sleep cycles again several more times during the night, though as the night progresses. The  different stages of sleep are characterized by distinct brain wave 
patterns, as well as by differences in other physiologic parameters, such as muscle tone, eye movement, heart rate, breathing rate and patterns, and blood pressure. In REM sleep, dreams are most vivid and memorable. As one transitions between 
the different stages of sleep, there can be brief awakenings, either partial or full, following which most people immediately return to sleep. Sometimes, however, there are strong pulls both to wakefulness and to deep sleep, and the result is 
that part of the brain continues to be in slow wave sleep, while another part is simultaneously in a state of wakefulness. The behavioral consequence is one of the NREM parasomnias: sleep walking, sleep talking, sleep eating, confusional arousals, 
night terrors. The person going through one of these is not aware of what she or he is doing and is often incoherent while it is happening, and has no recollection of it after. Dennis Rosen, M.D.

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Snoring can be caused by a number of factors, such as the anatomy of your møuth and sinuses, allergies, a cold, and your weıght.

When you doze off and progress from a light sleep to a deeper sleep, the muscles in the roof of your møuth (soft palate), tongue and thr*at relax. 

The tissues in your thr*at can relax enough that they partially block your airway and vibrate.

The more narrowed your airway, the more forceful the airflow becomes. This increases tissue vibration, which causes your snoring to grow louder.

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How are sleep and anaesthesia the same? How do they differ?
Sleep is natural.  When you have met the need for it, it will finish by itself. Anaesthesia is caused by dr*gs. It will only finish 
when the dr*gs wear off.  These dr*gs work by acting on the same parts of the brain that control sleep.
While you are under anaesthesia your vital signs are constantly monitored to make sure you are 'asleep' and not feeling any paın.
However you are in a drug-induced unconsciousness,dream-like experiences.
In some cases, the patient may experience some confusion or disorientation after waking up from it. A common patient response on 
emerging from is disorientation, unaware of time passed. 

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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 body’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 – 
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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6 NOV 2013 ANESTHESIA
If you’re having general anesthesia, an anesthesiologist will give you medications that make you lose consciousness. After the surgery is complete, you won’t be wide awake right away.
General anesthesia brings on a sleep-like state with the use of a combination of medicines. The medicines, known as anesthetics, are given before and during surgery or other medical 
procedures. General anesthesia usually uses a combination of intravenous medicines and inhaled gasses. You'll feel as though you're asleep. But general anesthesia does more than put 
you to sleep. You don't feel pain when you're under general anesthesia. This is because your brain doesn't respond to pain signals or reflexes. While you're under anesthesia, the anesthesia 
team monitors you, watches your body's vital functions, manages your breathing and treats pain related to the procedure.
Your surgery might not require general anesthesia, but you might need sedation to be comfortable during the procedure. The effects of sedation, also called twilight sedation and monitored 
anesthesia care, can include being sleepy but awake and able to talk, or being asleep and unaware of your surroundings. The recovery from sedation is similar to that of general anesthesia 
but patients usually wake up quicker and their recovery time is shorter. As with general anesthesia, you won’t be able to drive and should probably have someone stay with you for at least 
the first several hours after you return home.
You'll slowly wake either in the operating room or the recovery room. You'll probably feel groggy and a little confused when you first awaken.
You may continue to be sleepy, and your judgment and reflexes may take time to return to normal. 

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September 14, 2023 
Laughing gas is an anesthetic used by medical professionals to help you remain calm before a procedure. 
It’s not meant to put you fully to sleep. As laughing gas doesn’t put you fully to sleep, you’ll still 
be able to hear what’s going on around you. You may still be able to respond to questions that your 
doctor asks you and follow the instructions that they give you throughout the procedure.
Nitrous oxide is a depressant, so it slows your bødy down. Once it kicks in, you may feel:
Happy
Giggly
Light-headed 
Mild euphoria
Relaxed
Nitrous oxide gets the name “laughing gas” because of these effects. Some people may also experience mild 
hallucinations (can experience false perceptions in an altered dream-like state of consciousness) whilst 
under the use of laughing gas. At the lowest doses, you’ll only feel lightheaded, but as the dose goes up 
you’ll feel sleepy and experience paın relief. 
While this type of gas will not put you to sleep, it can make you drowsy as the gas dulls the paın 
receptors in your brain.

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Laughing gas is nitrous oxide, and it acts as an anaesthetic-type agent. 
It makes your braın feel a bit woozy in the same way that alcohol does. 
As a result, if you take some laughing gas, you fell a little bit drınk 
and a little bit cheerful. If you have enough of it, you start to feel 
a little bit sleepy, but it's very good at paın kılling. If you're having 
an operation, it's sometimes used with other anaesthetics to ķíľľ paın 
and make you more comfortable. 
It is different from anesthesia, where you essentially go to sleep for 
a procedure. Although people can sometimes feel sleepy while taking 
nitrous oxide, they will still be able to respond but with decreased 
alertness temporarily. Sometimes one might start feeling sleepy or groggy 
as if you really want to fall asleep; you may be pretty out of it when 
you come to consciousness. 

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General anesthetics and sedatives work by anesthetizing the brain and central nervous system.
You may start feeling lightheaded, before becoming unconscious within a minute or so.
Once surgery is done and anesthesia medications are stopped, you’ll slowly wake up in the 
operating room or recovery room. You’ll probably feel groggy and a bit confused.
Because of the amnestic effect, you probably will not remember feeling somnolent. 
When first waking from anesthesia, you may feel confused, drowsy, and foggy. 
Some people may become confused, disoriented, dizzy or trouble remembering 
things after surgery. General anesthesia is essentially a medically 
induced coma. Your doctor administers medication to make you unconsciousness 
so that you won’t move or feel any pain during the operation.

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Anesthesia induces a deep state of unconsciousness in a matter of seconds, but it can take several hours to return to normal after waking. Many people experience confusion, sleepiness, and even delirium. 
Consciousness is the awareness of subjective states such as emotion, inner thoughts, ideas, intentions, and mental states. Without consciousness, an organism has no awareness, while consciousness is often explained as the awareness of emotion, the ability to think and to remember past events and anticipate current ones.
General anesthesia affects your entire body. Other types of anesthesia affect specific regions. Most people are awake during operations with local or regional anesthesia. General anesthesia dampens stimulation, knocks you unconscious and keeps you from moving during the operation.
General anesthesia has 3 main stages: going under (induction), staying under (maintenance) and recovery (emergence). A specially trained anesthesiologist or nurse anesthetist gives you the proper doses and continuously monitors your vital signs—such as heart rate, body temperature, blood pressure and breathing.
 The first is an inability to remember things, but can’t recall them after waking up. Next, patients lose the ability to respond.  Finally they go into deep sedation. General anesthesia looks more like a coma—a reversible coma. You lose awareness and the ability to feel pain, form memories and move.
Once you’ve become unconscious, the anesthesiologist uses monitors and medications to keep you that way. 
Lack of Consciousness. Keeps you from being aware of your surroundings.
Analgesia. Blocks your ability to feel pain.
Amnesia. Prevents formation of memories.
Loss of Movement. Relaxes your muscles and keeps you still during surgery.
Stable Body Functions.

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Nitrous oxide is a colourless gas commonly used as an analgesic - a painkiller - in medicine.
The gas can make people relaxed, giggly, light-headed or dizzy.
According to the ADA, a patient under nitrous oxide will still have the ability to hear their general 
dentist and respond to any questions. Although it is not going to put a patient to sleep, nitrous oxide 
will help relax the bødy and mind. After a few minutes of breathing in the laughing gas through a mask 
the bødy might feel tingly or heavy and the patient will feel light-headed. 
It can actually help ease any feelings of anxiety before the procedure.
If given nitrous oxide, they will feel sleepy, relaxed and perhaps a bit forgetful.
They will still be aware of their surroundings, not necessarily put a patient to sleep.
The mild sedative simply helps a patient relax but not intentionally fall asleep per se.
The nitrous oxide slows down your nervous system to make you feel less inhibited. You may 
feel light-headed, tingly, and can be turned off when time for the patient to become more alert and awake.
You might feel slightly drowsy, limit your coordination and affect your ability to remember the procedure.
Often referred to as conscious sedation because you are awake, though in a state of depressed alertness. 
You will feel relaxed and may even fall into a light sleep.
It differs from general anesthesia, whence patients are completely asleep throughout the procedure and won't 
remember the treatment afterward, according to the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP).
Whether or not fully awake, laughing gas can temporarily feel euphoric and even giddy. Once the gas wears off 
all the effects are gone, and people are fully awake and back to their regular selves, if slightly groggy.

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Anesthesia has been referred to as a reversible coma. 
When coming out of anesthesia in recovery, most people experience a profound sense of confusion and disorientation. It takes a while for the brain to actually wake up, even after you are conscious. Most people don't remember much after the pre-op sedative has been given.
You may need a type of anesthesia where you lose consciousness. You can experience confusion as you “wake up” after the procedure with this type of anesthesia.
It holds several different purposes depending on the procedure — sometimes to relieve pain, to “knock” you unconscious or to induce amnesia so you have no memory or feeling of a medical procedure.
General anesthesia knocks you out completely, while local anesthesia is only applied to certain body parts or patches of skin. 
General anesthesia involves going into a coma-like state. It’s like being asleep. You will not be aware of what’s happening around you or feel pain. You will receive this type through an IV or mask. The surgeon will monitor you throughout the procedure and adjust medications as needed so you don’t wake up. It’s likely you’ll have no memory of the procedure.
The anesthesia used to put you into an unconscious state can take some time to wear off, even as you become more awake after the procedure. You may experience:
drowsiness
confusion
weakness
uncoordinated movements
lack of control of what you say
blurry vision
memory problems
These side effects should be temporary. It may take 1 to 2 days to fully regain all your thinking abilities. In some cases, you can experience postoperative delirium. This can cause you to feel “out of it” for a longer period of time. 
Conscious sedation and general anesthesia can affect your short-term memory. You may not remember anything you say or do during the procedure or immediately after it.

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ᴹʸ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ'ˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵇⁱᶜᵏᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵒⁿ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᵘⁿˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢᵐᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿᵈᵘˢᵗʳʸ‧ ᴴᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒⁿ ˢʰᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ
ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ‧
ᴬˢ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵛᵉʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ᶜᵘᵈᵈˡʸ 
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢⁿᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ! ᵀʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴵ
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁱⁿ‧ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵉᵃʳˡⁱᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐ⸴ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡⁱᶜᵏ 
ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱᶠ ⁿᵘᵈᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ʳᵃʳᵉ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶠᵉᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶠᵃˢᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ‧ ᔆⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ
ᵒⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ
ᴷʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᴷʳᵃᵇ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ ʳⁱᵛᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ
ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵉᵐʸ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵉᵐᵖˡᵒʸᵉᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᵂᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ
ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᴮᵒᵇ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵒᵈᵈˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ'ˢ ᵖᵉᵗ ˢⁿᵃⁱˡ ᴳᵃʳʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ
ʰᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ʷᵉᵉᵏᵈᵃʸˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵃᵇᵇʸ
ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ! ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵛᵃᵘˡᵗ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱˢ
ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ! ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʷʰⁱᵐ
ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵈʳᵃʷⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵃᵘⁿᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱˡˢ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʳᵉˢᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵘⁿ
ᵒᵘᵗʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘˡˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ!ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿᵍʳʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ 
ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗ! ᴴᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ
ʰⁱᵐ ᶠˡʸ ⁱⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᶜʰᵉᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ 
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ʷᵃᵍ ᵐʸ ᵗᵃⁱˡ ˢᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃᵗ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧
ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʷᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᴳᵃʳʸ ˢᵒ ᵃˢ ᵗᵒ
ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵉʳᶜⁱˢᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ! ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃʳᵇᵒᵘʳ ᵃⁿʸ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶠᵉˡˡᵒʷ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒʸᵃˡᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵒ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒⁿ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᵈⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ⸴ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴬˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵖᵉʳ ˢᵉ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ⸴ ˢʰᵉ
ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʷʰⁱᵖ ᵘᵖ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵐᵉᵃˡˢ! ᴵ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ˡᵉᶠᵗᵒᵛᵉʳˢ!
ᴼᵘʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᵈᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ
ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ
ʳᵘⁿˢ ˢᵗᵃᵗˢ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ‧ ᴵ ᵐᵃʸ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜʰᵉʷ ᵗᵒʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᴵ
ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵈᵒ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴬ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖⁱᶜᵏˢ
ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ! ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵃᵖ!
ᴼⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ ᴬˢ ᵃᶠᵒʳᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵐᵒˢᵗˡʸ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ
ᵇʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵃˢⁱˡʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ
ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᶜʰᵃʳᵍᵉ ᵒʳ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵐᵒᵈᵉ ᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ
ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ‧ ᵀʰᵘˢ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳˢ
ᵘˢ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ ᵒʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ
ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʷᵉˡˡ ʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵃᶜʰ‧
ᔆᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ⸴ ˢᵒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ⁿᵘᶻᶻˡᵉ ᵒʳ ʳᵘᵇ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ
ⁱⁿ ʰᵒᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ⸴ ⁱᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢˢᵘʳᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃˡᵉˢ 
ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵃᵘⁿᵗˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ
ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷᵃʸ'ˢ ⁱⁿ⁻ᵗᵒ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ‧ ᴵ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ
ᵇᵃᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᶜˡᵃᵐᵒᵘʳˢ ᵒʳ ᵗᵒˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᴬˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ! ᴵ'ᵐ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ 
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December 8, 2010 / Sleep
Snoring is caused by breathing in air through a partially blocked airway.
As you fall asleep, the muscles that keep your breathing passage open begin to relax 
while your throat contracts. The vibrating tissue produces the sound familiarly known 
as snoring. And whether a given person awakens to their own snores may also vary from 
night to night. A reflex in the upper airway prevents this collapse and keeps windpipes 
open when you’re awake. But when you’re asleep, that reflex isn’t as strong. The upper 
airway tends to partially collapse, and breathing becomes noisier. Snoring can be an 
occasional occurrence or something that happens on a regular basis. As the air forces 
through, causes soft tissues in mouth, nose and throat to bump into one other and vibrate.
During sleep, the airways tend to narrow, which may cause increased airflow resistance.
Tightening causing include increased exposure to allergens; cooling of the airways; 
being in a reclining position; and hormone secretions that follow a circadian pattern. 
Sleep itself may even cause changes in bronchial function. The vibration of relaxed 
throat tissues during sleep causes snoring. During sleep, the muscles loosen, narrowing 
the airway. As a person inhales and/or exhales, the moving air causes tissue to flutter 
thus make noise. Some people are more prone to snoring because of the size and shape of 
the muscles and tissues in their neck. In other cases, excess relaxing of the tissue or 
narrowing of the airway can lead to snoring. 

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Sleep talking, or somniloquy, is the act of speaking during sleep. It can be gibberish or resemble normal speech.
Sleep talkers usually seem to be talking to themselves. The utterances can take place occasionally causing people 
to call out, speak, or produce incoherent language during sleep. People can sometimes act out on their dreams 
depending on where they are in their sleep cycle. Sleep talking may also occur during transitory arousals when a 
sleeper transitions from one stage of sleep to another whilst asleep. Sleep talking episodes are typically brief.
Most sleep talking takes the form of short phrases, moans, or mumbling. The central symptom of sleep talking is 
audible expression that occurs during sleep without the person being aware of it happening. It can be gibberish 
or resemble normal speech. With sleep talking, you may not necessarily be forming coherent words or sentences. 

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ᵀʰᵉ ᴳᵃˡ ᴾᵃˡˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵗᵒⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘᵗˢⁱᵈᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ'ˢ ᵗʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐᵉ! ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵉᵗ
ᵘᵖ ᵃ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᵗᵉˡᵉᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ! ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ "ᴹʸ ᵈᵃᵈ
ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ! ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ᵐᵉ‧‧‧"
ᴾᵉᵃʳˡ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵈᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ
ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵒᵘˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᶜᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵃⁱʳˢ!"
ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵃᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʳʸ
ᵈʳⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ!" ᴹˢ‧ ᴾᵘᶠᶠ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵈʳⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ
ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵃᵛᵒᵘʳˢ? ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᴮᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ˢᵃʸˢ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧
"ᴹᵉⁿ!" ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧ "ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒʸˢ‧‧‧" ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ
ᴾᵉᵃʳˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃˡ ᵖᵃˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ
ʸᵉᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ‧ ᴹˢ‧
ᴾᵘᶠᶠ ᵗᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʷᵉˡˡ⸴ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘᵐˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ 
ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵍᵃᵍⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵈᵃʷⁿ
ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵘⁿ‧ ᴳᵃˡ ᴾᵃˡˢ! @ALYJACI

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As you doze off, your face muscles gradually relax, giving your mouth free rein to drop open.
Snoring is noisy breathing while you sleep. Air flows past relaxed tissues in your throat 
causing the tissues to vibrate as you breathe. Snoring can be caused by a number of factors 
such as the anatomy of your mouth and/or sinuses. When you doze off and progress from a 
light sleep to a deeper sleep, the muscles in the roof of your mouth (soft palate), tongue 
and throat relax. The more narrowed your airway, the more forceful the airflow becomes. 
As a person inhales and exhales, the moving air causes the tissue to flutter and make noise.
Narrowing or partial blockage of the airways can make these relaxed tissues flutter. Air 
passing through these vibrations causes the rumbling sounds of snoring. In other words, the 
muscles that support the airway relax, allowing the breathing tube to constrict. When the 
airway gets narrower, the velocity of the air moving through it increases. The air vibrates 
more and creates more sound. When you mouth-breathe, your tongue is lower than usual to allow 
for extra air. Snoring can be both chronic, meaning it happens every time you drift off, or 
it may just occur from time to time, depending on different factors. Sometimes, poor oral and 
facial muscle control are the common factors. Also saliva is more likely to drip out with the 
mouth open during sleep. Mouth breathing can lead to saliva running out of the mouth as it
unintentionally escapes after saliva pooling in the mouth. Yet air flow through the throat 
the soft tissues vibrate and cause snoring. The narrower the airway becomes, the more the air 
is forced and the louder the noise. Sleeping with your mouth open increases the amount of air 
that passes through your mouth. Facial muscles relax in your sleep and your mouth falls open.
Saliva is more likely to leave the mouth when a person keeps their mouth open during sleep.
It can spill out of your mouth as drool when your facial muscles relax. Since the muscles 
around your mouth are relaxed, your mouth can be relaxed enough that saliva slips out side. 
It's unintentionally, it’s more likely to happen when you’re not consciously able to control 
it when you’re sleeping. But when you’re sleeping you’re relaxed and so are your facial muscles.

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The central symptom of sleep talking is audible expression that occurs during sleep without the person being aware of it happening. 
It can be gibberish or resemble normal speech and consists in the unaware production of vocalisation during sleep.
However, people are very rarely aware that they are talking in their sleep at the time and typically have no recollection of the episodes when they wake up. 
A large number of sleep speeches merely consist of short expressions of assent or negation (e.g., ‘OK’, ‘no,’ ‘good,’ ‘mm-hm,’ ‘uh-huh,’ ‘no!’ ‘stop!’ ‘don’t!’, etc.)
As they experience different sensations and emotions in their dreams, it may manifest as groaning or other vocalisations.
Excess mucus, combined with nose breathing and narrow airways, can lead to rattling or whistling sounds. Congestion and dry or swollen nasal membranes can clog up the works 
making breathing audible instead of peaceful. Sometimes it’s occasional, a gentle, perhaps even peaceful, soft whistling.
Other times it sounds like a buzz saw, getting closer and closer, paused by a moment of silence, before climaxing in an even louder snort or gasp for air.
And sometimes when we fall into a deep sleep, the muscles in the roof of the mouth (soft palate), tongue and throat relax. The tissues in the back of the throat can relax enough 
that they partially block the airway. As we inhale and exhale, these tissues rattle and vibrate, resulting in sounds in some people. The tissue vibration increases as the airway 
narrows, causing the snoring to grow louder and louder. As a person inhales and exhales, the moving air causes the tissue to flutter and make noise.
Usually during sleep the brain becomes used to one’s own snoring (a process called habituation) 
As mentioned, people sometimes don’t hear themselves snore because the brain’s ability to receive sensory information is limited while we sleep. 
Some external stimulus may cause a person to stir, however.

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There are a few reasons for drooling in your sleep, including side sleeping and mouth breathing 
during sleep. Additionally, the swallow reflex occurs much less during sleep than during waking 
hours, which can lead to a buildup of saliva. That saliva can spill out of your mouth as drool 
when your facial muscles relax in your sleep and your mouth falls open. Mouth breathing during 
sleep may make drooling more likely, since drool can more easily escape when your mouth is open.
While you sleep, your muscles typically relax. Since the muscles around your mouth are relaxed 
your mouth can be relaxed enough that saliva slips out. The position you sleep in could make you 
more prone to excessive drooling. As your body produces saliva, the liquid is more likely to 
escape from the front or the side of your mouth when it’s facing downward due to mere gravity.
Sleeping with your mouth open increases the amount of air that passes through your mouth. This 
increased air facilitates movement and can lead to an overflow of saliva out of your mouth.
Because drool is your saliva escaping your mouth unintentionally, it's more likely to happen 
when you're not consciously able to control it, like when you're sleeping. Due to this muscle 
relaxation during sleep, there is no conscious effort in managing saliva and controlling the 
mouth. Factors such as sleep position, tongue placement, and overall muscle tone play a role.

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NREM Stage N1
This stage of non-REM sleep is the typical transition from wakefulness to sleep and generally lasts only a few minutes. Stage N1 is the lightest stage of sleep; patients awakened from it usually don’t perceive that they were actually asleep

During this stage:

Eye movements are typically slow and rolling.
heartbeat and breathing slow down
muscles begin to relax
you produce low amplitude mixed frequencies waves in the theta range (4 to 7 Hz)
NREM Stage N2
This next stage of non-REM sleep comprises the largest percentage of total sleep time and is considered a lighter stage of sleep from which you can be awakened easily. This is the stage before you enter deep sleep.

During this stage:

heartbeat and breathing slow down further
no eye movements
body temperature drops
Sleep spindles and K-complexes are two distinct brain wave features that appear for the first time
NREM Stage N3
This final stage of non-REM sleep is the deepest sleep stage. Stage N3 sleep is known as slow-wave, or delta, sleep. Your body performs a variety of important health-promoting tasks in this final non-REM stage.

During this stage:

arousal from sleep is difficult
heartbeat and breathing are at their slowest rate
no eye movements
body is fully relaxed
delta brain waves are present
tissue repair and growth, and cell regeneration occurs
immune system strengthens
REM Stage R
There are two phases of REM sleep: phasic and tonic. Phasic REM sleep contains bursts of rapid eye movements, while tonic REM sleep does not.

Stage R occurs about 90 minutes after you fall asleep, and is the primary “dreaming” stage of sleep. Stage R sleep lasts roughly 10 minutes the first time, increasing with each REM cycle. The final cycle of stage R may last roughly between 30 to 60 minutes.

During this stage:

eye movements become rapid during phasic REM
breathing and heart rate increases and become more variable
muscles become paralyzed, but twitches may occur
brain activity is markedly increased
When you fall asleep at night, you cycle through all of these stages of sleep multiple times — roughly every 90 minutes or so.

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟓𝟕𝟎


“Plankton can you at least come
out and do the dishes?” 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!

“Honey?” 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. 
“C’mon, sweetie, time to wake
up.” 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.

“Plankton, darling,
please come to bed. You
have been working so hard.
Let’s get some rest,”
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.

“Oh no, you don’t!” 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.

new plaren karen plankton sleepicore 570

Consciousness requires both wakefulness and awareness.
Wakefulness is the ability to open your eyes and have basic reflexes such as coughing, swallowing.
Awareness is associated with more complex thought processes and is more difficult to assess. 

General anaesthesia is medication that gives a deep sleep-like state. You are unconscious and feel nothing.

A coma is a state of unconsciousness where a person is unresponsive and cannot be woken.
Someone who is in a coma is unconscious and has minimal brain activity. They're alive but can't be woken up and show no signs of awareness.
The person's eyes will be closed and they'll appear to be unresponsive to their environment. 
Over time, the person may start to gradually regain consciousness and become more aware.
Some people feel they can remember events that happened around them while they were in a coma. People who do wake 
up from a coma usually come round gradually. They might be very agitated and confused to begin with. 
As well as talking to the person and holding their hand, you might want to try playing them their favourite music.

A person who shows clear but minimal or inconsistent awareness is classified as being in a minimally conscious state.
They may have periods where they can communicate or respond to commands, such as moving a finger when asked.

Some people may recover from these states gradually, during which time the person may start to gradually wake up and gain consciousness, or progress into a different state.

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Anesthesia/Sedation: The surgeon or anesthesiologist administers general anesthesia, making you “sleep” without recalling the procedure. Your vitals like bľood pressure and heart rate are monitored.
You’ll be sleepy.

Nitrous Oxide (Laughing Gas): Quick to take effect and wear off, this gas keeps you calm and comfortable but awake and responsive.

Many sedatives also induce amnesia, so won’t remember the procedure. You can still respond during the procedure but likely won’t recall it, as you might not remember the visit.

General Anesthesia: it puts you to sleep during the procedure. Your vitals are closely watched, and you’ll wake up after without any memory of the work.
It renders unconscious with no memory of the procedure. Post-treatment, they may experience altered sensations.

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AUGUST 21, 2016
Consciousness is a spectrum. It ranges from being fully awake to lightly sedated (calm but remembering most things) to deep sedation 
(seldom remembering anything) and finally general anaesthesia. The depth of anaesthesia can be tailored according to the nature of the procedure.
This reduced state of consciousness is brought on and maintained by delivering drvgs to your body either with volatile gasses which you breathe in 
and/or through a drip into your veins. While you are under anaesthesia your vital signs are constantly monitored to make sure you are ‘asleep’ and 
not feeling any paın. There is continuous monitoring of the electrical activity in your heart, the amount of oxygen in your bľood, your pulse rate 
and bľood pressure. Sometimes a device is used to monitor your brain waves while ‘asleep’, giving the doctor more detailed information about your 
level of unconsciousness. You can experience confusion as you “wake up” after the procedure.
The drvgs used to put you into an unconscious state can take some time to wear off, even as you become more awake after the procedure.
After your surgery is completed the anaesthetist reduces the dose of medications keeping you ‘asleep’ so that you gradually wake up.
It may take 1 to 2 days to fully regain all your thinking abilities.
It produces a feeling of relaxation and even giddiness. Some people describe feeling a tingling sensation while inhaling nitrous oxide. 
At end of surgery, you will awake to a tap on your shoulder and a gentle voice saying something like: “Hi, can you open your eyes?”

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SWEET CWEAM pt. 1

Karen stood outside the dental clinic. 
Plankton had been in surgery for what 
felt like an eternity.

The door swung open, and a nurse with a kind 
smile beckoned her inside. "You can go in 
now," she said softly. Karen followed the nurse 
down the hallway. She took a 
deep breath, steeling herself for what lay 
ahead.

In the recovery room, Plankton was still 
unconscious, his face a mask of peace. A line of 
drool had escaped the corner of his mouth. 
Karen felt a twinge of guilt for not being there 
to hold his hand during the surgery.

The nurse checked 
his vital signs and 
nodded to Karen. "You 
can sit with him now." 
Karen pulled a chair next 
to the hospital bed. 
Her hand found his, and she 
squeezed gently.

Plankton's eye flickered 
open. He tried to 
focus, but his eye 
wouldn't cooperate. 
"Karen?" he murmured, 
his voice thick with 
anesthesia.

Her hand tightened around 
his, and her screen swam into 
view. "I'm here, sweetie," she 
whispered, her screen 
glistening with relief.

Plankton blinked several 
times, his mouth feeling like it 
was stuffed with cotton. The 
pain was a distant echo, 
muted by the drugs still 
coursing through his veins. He 
managed a nod, his eyelid 
growing heavy again.

Karen offered a small, 
reassuring smile. "How are 
you feeling?" she asked, her voice 
wrapped in a gentle lilt.

Plankton's mouth felt like it had been 
invaded by an alien species, a strange 
numbness spreading through his jaw. 
He tried to form words, but all that came 
out was a muffled grunt. The nurse 
chuckled, a sound that was both 
soothing and slightly irritating. "It's 
normal," she said, patting his arm. "The 
anesthesia can make it difficult to talk."

He tried to sit up, but his body 
wouldn't respond. It was as if he was 
trapped in a thick fog, unable to move.

The nurse noticed his 
struggle and moved quickly to 
his side. "Easy now, Mr. Plankton," 
she said, placing a firm but gentle hand 
on his shoulder. "You're still under the 
influence of the anesthesia. Take your time."

Plankton nodded, his 
head lolling back onto the pillow. 
His eye darted around the room, 
trying to make sense of his surroundings. 
His mind felt like it was 
floating in a bubble.

"Wha... happened?" he 
slurred, his tongue thick and 
unwieldy.

The nurse chuckled 
kindly. "You had your 
wisdom teeth removed, Mr. 
Plankton. You're going to be 
feeling a bit loopy for a 
while."

The words 
swirled in his head, and 
slowly, the fog began to 
lift. Wisdom teeth? 
Removed? Plankton's hand 
shakily went to his face, 
gently prodding the puffy 
skin around his mouth.

A childlike bewilderment 
washed over him. "Teesh?" 
he murmured, his voice 
smaller than he remembered.

Karen nodded, a smile 
playing at the corners of her 
mouth. "Wisdom teeth," she 
repeated, her voice a soft 
caress in the sterile air. "You'll be 
okay, Plankton."

He squinted, trying to 
understand, and finally 
managed to mumble, "Wheh?"

Karen leaned closer, her 
face a soft blur above him. 
"Wisdom teeth," she said, 
enunciating each syllable as if 
speaking to a toddler. "They 
took out your wisdom teeth."

The words 
sank into Plankton's 
consciousness like a stone 
in a murky pond. Teeth? 
Wisdom? The nurse had said 
something about it, but it 
still didn't make much 
sense. He felt like he had 
forgotten how to piece 
together coherent thoughts.
He looked at 
his wife with wide, 
confused eye, like a 
small child lost in a 
crowded supermarket.

Karen, sensing his 
desperation, spoke 
slowly and clearly, as 
if recounting a bedtime story. 
"You went to the dentist," 
she began, her voice 
soothing. "They had to take 
out four of your teeth."

Plankton's single 
functioning eye went 
even wider. "Foe?" he 
whispered, the shock 
reverberating through his 
fuzzy brain.

"Don't worry," Karen 
soothed, stroking his forehead. 
"You were asleep. You 
didn't feel a thing."

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ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ
ᵘᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᵃᵗ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ⁿᵒʷ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ
ˢʰᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ’ˢ 
ᵒᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ 
ʰᵉ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗⁱʳʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ, ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ‧
"ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉ
ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ‧ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᵏᵉ
ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒʳ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃʳʳʸ ʸᵒᵘ?" ᴺᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧
"ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ'ᵐ ᶜᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ
ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ
ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵃˢⁱˡʸ ᵖᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ ᵖᵘᵗˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰⁱᵐ‧
“ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧‧”𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧.

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ᴰᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ ᴬᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ Part 2
ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ'ˢ ᵒʳᵃˡ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵒʷ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ⁱⁿ
ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒʳᵉ ᵃᶜʰᵉˢ⸴ ⁿᵒ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉᵈᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧
ᴴⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵉᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵒʷ‧
"ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵉʸ⸴ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢⁱᵗ?" ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵘᵖ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧
'ᴹʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧‧‧'
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ⁿᵒʷ‧ "ᴰᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵗᵒ
ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ? ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ʳᵉᵗʳⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ‧ 'ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ‧‧‧' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵉⁿˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧
ᵀʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵈʳⁱᵖˢ ʳᵉᵈ ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵗᵒʷᵉˡ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ "ᴴᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᶜᵉ
ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒʳ ᵃ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ? ᴼʳ ᵇᵒᵗʰ? ᴺᵒ?"
"ᴵ ʰ⁻⁻⁻ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ⸴ ʷᵒʳˢᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵐᵖʰˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ‧
"ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵐᵖʰˡᵉᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ 
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵒᵒᵗʰᵉˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ
ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵒᵘᵗ‧
"ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ
ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ ⁿᵒʷ‧ "ᴴᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ‧" 'ᴴᵘᵍᵍˡʸ?' "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵈ ʰᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ‧"
ᔆʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵇʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ
ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃⁿᵒᵉᵘᵛʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵃʳᵐ ʰᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ᵗᵒ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵘᵐᵇ
ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ ᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵒᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ˢᵃʷ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉ
ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧
ᴸᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ
ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ‧ 'ᴺᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸ
ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ' ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ
ⁿᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧
ᔆʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ
ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵐᵉˡᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵗ
ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉᶻᵉʳ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ
ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ⸴ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒ ᵃˢ
ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇ ⁿᵒʳ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ
ᵇʳᵒʷ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵘʳʳᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉˢ
ˢⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ‧
ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ
ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰᵉ ˢⁿᵒʳᵉᵈ⸴ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵒ
ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ‧ end finale

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General anesthesia: A patient who gets general anesthesia is completely unconscious (or "asleep"). They can’t feel any pain, are not aware of the surgery 
as it happens, and don’t remember anything from when they are “asleep.” 
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 coma—a reversible coma. You lose awareness and the ability to feel paın, 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 you’re under general anesthesia is a blank. Many patients report that it is a surreal experience—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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Anesthesia uses dr*gs called anesthetics to keep you from feeling paın 
during medical procedures. Local and regional anesthesia numbs a specific 
area of your bødy. General anesthesia makes you temporarily unconscious 
(fall asleep) so you can have more invasive surgeries.

Sedation: Also called “twilight sleep,” sedation relaxes you to the point where you’ll nap but can wake up if needed to communicate.

General anesthesia: This treatment makes you unconscious and insensitive to paın or other stimuli, and will put the patient to sleep 
during the procedure so that you are asleep during the surgery. This type of anesthesia puts you into a deep sleep and you won’t be 
aware of or feel anything during the surgery. Once the procedure is over, the anesthesia will wear off and you’ll gradually wake up. 
They will not feel any paın or discomfort during the procedure and will not remember anything afterwards. 

Most people experience some level of loopiness after because the surgery involves anesthesia, which can cause side effects like dizziness and confusion.


 Source
https://webdmd.org/what-kind-of-anesthesia-is-used-for-wisdom-teeth-removal/

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ᔆʰᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᴸⁱᵍʰᵗ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᵁˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʳᵒᵖᵉ, ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ’ˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃ
ˡᵃᵈᵈᵉʳ ᵖᵘᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ
ᶠⁱˣᵗᵘʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᴷʳᵃᵇ ᵃˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇʸ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵃˡᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ
ᶜʰᵃⁿᵈᵉˡⁱᵉʳ’ˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉˡˡ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱᵗ
ᵈʳᵒᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ 
ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ, ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ
ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘⁿᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ
ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ⁿᵒʷ ᵃˢ
ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ‧
“ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧” ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ
ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵈᵉᵇʳⁱˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒⁿ
ᵗᵒᵖ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ’ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ’ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧
ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ
ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ “ᴼʰ
ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧” ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ
ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵘˢᵉ‧
ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ
ʰⁱˢ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ⁿᵒʷ‧ “ᴴᵘʰ…”
“ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗ’ˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ
ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧” ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ˢᵃʸˢ, ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ‧ ‘ᵂʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ
ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ? ᵂᵃⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ⁿᵉʷ
ˡⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠⁱˣᵗᵘʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ⁱᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ
ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ?’ ᴴᵉ
ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ, ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ‧ “ᵁᵍʰ…”
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ “ᔆᵒ ᴵ
ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐˢ
ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵐᵃˢʰ
ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᴳᵒᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ‧”
“ᴱˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ‧” ᔆᵃʸˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ, ⁿᵒʷ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ’ˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ
ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧ “ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘ
ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ
ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵍʰᵗᵃ
ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ‧ ᴸᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵍᵉᵗ
ᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳʸ‧”
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ
ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷ ⁿᵒʷ‧ “ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ
ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ…”
“ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ
ᵈᵃʸˢ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ…” “ʸᵉˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʳᵉ
ᵃˢˢᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧” ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ˢᵃʸˢ, ᵇᵃᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ
ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᶠⁱᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧
ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ
ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵛⁱᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ
ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧
ᔆʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ˢᵒᵐᵉ
ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ‧ ᴺᵒʷ ᵖᵉᵉᵏⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ, ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ, ⁿᵒʷ ⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ‧
“ᴴᵉ’ˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁿᵒʷ‧” “ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ᵗᵒ
ˢᵉᵉ ⁱᶠ ᴵ’ᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵃˡ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ‧”
ᴺᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢʳᵘᵖᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ’ˢ ⁿᵃᵖ
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ʷᵒᵏᵉ
ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵃᵖˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵗʷⁱᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵃᵗ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ, ᵒᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧
“ᔆᵒʳʳʸ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˢ; ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ
ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ ⁿᵒʷ‧”
ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ, ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶜʳᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ 
ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ “ᴵ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧‧” “ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ’ᵛᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢᵉ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ‧” ᴴᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ
ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵈ ⁱᵗ‧ “ᴼʰ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˢ‧‧” “ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ
ʸᵒᵘ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗ
ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ‧‧” “ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ‧
ᴵ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧” “ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧”
ᔆʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ
ʰᵉ ˢⁿᵒʳᵉᵈ‧ “ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧”
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳᵐ‧
ᔆʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁿᵒʷ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ, ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ
ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵒᶠ
ˢᵗⁱᵐᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ˢⁱᵍʰˢ, ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ‧
ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ, ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵒʷ
ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗᵒ‧
ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ’ˢ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ
ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ˢⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵉ‧
ᴬˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ, ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵇˢ ᵃ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ‧ “ᴼʰ ʰᵉʸ
ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ…” ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵃˢ
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏˢ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ‧ “ᴴᵉˡˡᵒ
ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˢ‧ ᴸᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ
ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ…” “ᴵ’ˡˡ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧” “ᴼʰ ˡᵃˢᵗ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ
ᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ‧”
“ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ?” “ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ
ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ, ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ
ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧” “ᴵ’ᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧”
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ⁿᵒᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ⁿᵒʷ‧
ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵇᵃⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʸ‧
“ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ˢⁱᵗ?” ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ⁿᵒᵈᵈᵉᵈ
ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵖᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ‧ 
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱˡˡᵒʷˢ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᶜᵒᵒᵗᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᵗᵒ
ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ, ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ
ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵛᵉʳˢᵉ
ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ‧ ᴬᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ᵈ ʰᵘᵍ
ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ
ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ
ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵍᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ
ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴮʸ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ, ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ, ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ’ˢ 
ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈ
ᵗᵒ ʸᵉᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ‧ ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ
ᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ, ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ‧
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Sedation                                                                                 
Today, physicians have many ways to make sure their patıents are as comfortable as possible during surgery or procedures for diagnosing medical conditions. One common type of pain control is called sedation, which relaxes you and sometimes makes you fall asleep. Sedation, also known as monitored anesthesia care, conscious sedation, or twilight sedation, typically is used for minor surgeries or for shorter, less complex procedures, when an injection of local anesthetic isn’t sufficient but deeper general anesthesia isn’t necessary. 
Depending on the procedure, the level of sedation may range from minimal (you’ll feel drowsy but able to talk) to deep (you probably won’t remember the procedure). 
What are the levels of sedation?
The level of sedation a patient experiences depends on several factors, including the type of procedure you’re having and how your body responds to anesthesia. Your age, medical condition, and health habits may also affect the type of anesthesia you’ll receive. Regardless of the level of sedation, it’s important that an anesthesiologist be involved in your anesthesia care. An anesthesiologist is a medical doctor who specializes in anesthesia, paın management, and critical care medicine.
That can happen if you are sedated to a point where you are confused or fall asleep and snore.
For some procedures, you may receive medication that makes you sleepy and keeps you from feeling pain. There are different levels of sedation — some patients are drowsy, but they are awake and can talk; others fall asleep and don’t remember the procedure. 

The main levels of sedation are:

Minimal – Minimal sedation will help you relax, but you will likely be awake. You’ll understand questions your doctor is asking and be able to answer as well as follow directions. This level of sedation is typically used when your doctor needs you to be involved in the procedure.
Moderate – You will feel drowsy and may even fall asleep during the procedure. You may or may not remember some of the procedure.
Deep – You won’t actually be unconscious, but you’ll sleep through the procedure and probably will have little or no memory of it.

How does general anesthesia work?
Under general anesthesia, you will be unconscious and unaware of what is happening.
General anesthesia keeps you unconscious during the entire procedure. General anesthesia causes you to lose consciousness. 
General anesthesia is medicine that is administered by an anesthesiologist, a medical doctor, through a mask or an IV placed in the vein. While the anesthesia is working, you will be unconscious, and many of your body’s functions will slow down or need help to work effectively.
During surgery, the anesthesiologist will monitor your vital signs to make sure they are normal and steady while you remain unconscious and free of paın.

Once your surgery is complete, your anesthesiologist will reverse the medication and be with you as you return to consciousness and wake up, continually monitoring your breathing, circulation, and oxygen levels. 
It may take a day or two for the anesthesia medication to completely leave your system, so you could be sleepy, and your reflexes and judgment can be affected by Postoperative delirium – Confusion when regaining consciousness after surgery.

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ᶠʳᵃᵗᵉʳⁿⁱˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
Pt. 4
“ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵈ 
ᵇʸᵉ!” ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ʰᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ 
ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶠˡⁱᶜᵗ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵉ‧ “ᵂᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ
ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʳᵉˢᵗ…” ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠⁱˣᵉᵈ ᵃ 
ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗ‧ “ᴸᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ 
ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ…”
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˢᵃⁱᵈ‧ “ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ…”
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ˢʰᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ
ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᔆᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ʰᵉ
ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵈ ʷʰᵒ’ˢ
ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇᵉˢⁱᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˢ ᵒʷⁿ
ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ, ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ
ʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃˢ 
ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ
ʰⁱᵐ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳʳᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ
ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵛᵘˡⁿᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ
ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵈ…
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵗᵒ
ˢᵘⁿʳⁱˢᵉ, ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ
ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ
ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ’ˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ 
ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷᵇᵃʳ‧ 
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏᵒⁿᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ, ᶜᵒˡᵈ‧ 
ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵃˢᵖˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ 
ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ’ᵈ
ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ, ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ
ʳᵉˢᵘᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗˢ‧ ᴼʳ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵒ
ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ
ᵉᵛᵉʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ʷᵃˢ
ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰᵉʳ
ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ
ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ‧ ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ ˢⁿᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵒᵘᵗ
ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳ‧ 
“ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ…” “ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ?” ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ʷᵃˢ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ʰⁱᵐ 
ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ‧ “ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗᵒ
ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ 
ᵏⁿᵒʷ…” ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ
ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ “ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ, ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ
ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ! ᴴᵉ
ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ 
ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵒ…” “ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ; ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ 
ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ…”
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵃˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ
ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ “ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ
ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗᵒ?” ᴴᵉ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ “ᴼʰ ᴵ’ᵈ
ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ; ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒ
ᵇⁱᵍᵍⁱᵉ!” ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ
ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶠᵃˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ
ᵃ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ 
ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒʸˢ
ᵃˢ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˡᵉᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ‧
To be cont. pt. 5

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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY iii


(Autistic author)



Karen picked him up, and carried
his limp form to his bed. She
stood there for a moment, watching
his chest rise and fall. The
snores grew quieter as sleep
consumed him.

The weight of what had just
happened settled on her shoulders.

Karen lay him down gently. She
tucked him in, his antennae 
resting against the pillow.

The room was quiet except for
his soft snores, a stark contrast
to the chaos that had filled it
moments before. Karen sat by his
side, her hand on his arm.

After a few moments, she
stood up and walked to the door,
closing it gently behind her. She
found Hanna in the living room,
her eyes red-rimmed and worried.

"Hanna, I need to talk to you,"
Karen said, her voice firm but not
accusing. Hanna looked up, her
expression hopeful for guidance.

Karen sat beside her, her eyes
on her own hands, which were
fidgeting in her lap. "Plankton's
been through a lot," she began, her
voice measured. "He's different now."

Hanna nodded, her eyes wide
with unspoken questions.

"Still coming to terms with it but you're
just fine. It's a rarity, yet he'll be fine."

"I guess I'll head out. I never meant 
to cause Plankton distress."

Karen nodded, her eyes still on her
fidgeting hands. "Thank you for
understanding. I'm pretty sure he
knows you didn't mean to, but I
can still tell him when he wakes up."

Hanna left, and Karen went back
to the bedroom.
Plankton was still asleep, his
breathing steady and peaceful.

Karen sat by the bed.

Plankton's snores were the 
only sound in the room, a 
gentle reminder of the peace 
that sleep brought him from 
his tumultuous world of 
heightened senses.

Karen took a deep breath, 
her thoughts racing. This was 
their new normal, a dance 
of understanding and patience 
they would have to learn.

When Plankton next woke up,
his eye searched the room, 
his antennae twitching slightly.
He looked over to find Karen
sitting in a chair beside the bed,
her gaze on him.

"Hi," she said, her voice gentle.
He sat up slowly, the fabric
of the bed rustling beneath
his weight.

"How are you feeling?" Karen's
concern was palpable, her eyes
scanning his face for any signs
of distress. Plankton took a
deep breath, trying to organize
his thoughts. Karen's presence
was a balm to his soul, her
understanding a lifeline in the
storm of sensory input.

"Where's Hanna?"

Karen sighed, her gaze never leaving
his face. "She left, sweetie. You were
a bit...overwhelmed."

Plankton nodded, his antennae
twitching with the memory of the
sensory assault.

"It's okay," Karen assured him, her
voice a soft whisper. "She just
didn't understand, and felt bad
for the way she treated you."

Plankton nodded, his antennae
still. The room was quiet, a stark
contrast to the chaos from before.
He took a moment to collect himself,
his thoughts racing.

"Sorry," he murmured, his voice
barely a whisper. Karen reached out
and took his hand, her grip firm
but gentle. "You have nothing to
apologize for," she said, her tone
soothing. "This is all new to us.
Would you like to eat?"

Plankton nodded.

"I'll get you something quiet and simple," Karen
said, standing up. She knew that too
much stimulation could send him spiraling.

In the kitchen, she prepared a
snack of plain crackers. She
placed the plate on the table
carefully, not wanting to startle
his heightened senses again.

Plankton entered the room, his
movements deliberate and slow.
He sat down across from her, his
eye darting around the room.

"It's ok," Karen reassured him,
handing him the plate of crackers.
"Just food."

"Just food. It's ok; just food." He
repeats back to himself, focusing
on the plate. Each cracker was a
tiny square of safety, a familiar
comfort in a sea of sensory
uncertainty.

He took a deep breath and
selected one. The taste was
comforting, a reminder of
a simpler time. Karen watched
him, her screen filled with love.

Plankton took a sip of water,
his eye never leaving hers. "It's
ok just food," he said again, his 
voice still low. "Karen good and
good food. It's ok."

Karen nodded, her smile a mix
of relief and sadness. She knew
his echolalic tendencies was
the autism, but she's glad he
likes the food as well.

They sat in silence, the only
sound the crunch of crackers
and the occasional sip of water.

Plankton's eye focused on the
cracker in his hand, the patterns
on the surface a comfort. His
autistic brain craved the predictability,
the sameness that calmed his
nerves.

This was the man she knew, yet
he was different. The Plankton who
was always plotting and scheming
was now one who found
comfort in the mundane.

His mind felt clearer
now, the overwhelming chaos of
the earlier encounter with Hanna
beginning to fade.

Karen watched him, her heart
breaking for the silent struggle
she knew he faced every moment.
"I'll talk to Hanna," she said
gently. "I'll explain. What do you
want me to tell her? What'd you
like for her to know?"

Plankton's gaze remained on the
cracker, his thumb tracing the
edge. "Tell her sorry," he
mumbled.

"What else? I mean, is it ok if
I tell her you're autistic now?
Or what about the accident
that lead to the autism?"

Plankton's antennae twitched at
the word 'accident', his mind
reeling with memories of the
stove, the fight with Mr. Krabs,
the pain. But he nodded slowly.
"Ok," he murmured.

Karen's heart ached at the
simplicity of his response. The
complexity of his thoughts was
now a tightly guarded secret, hidden
behind a wall of sensory overload.

"Okay, I will," Karen said, her voice
soft. "But remember, it's ok to be
different." 

Plankton nodded, his eye still on
his food. But as he took another
cracker, he paused. He looked up,
his gaze locking with hers.

"Karen," he said, his voice a
little stronger now. "I, I l-love you."

Karen's eyes widened at the sudden
declaration. "Oh, Plankton," she
whispered, her voice thick with
emotion. "I love you too." 
Plankton nodded, his gaze never leaving 
hers. "Karen making everything okay," he 
murmured.

He took another cracker, his
hands shaking slightly. "You make 
Plankton feel safe," he continues 
with sincerity. "In a world that's too
much, Karen not too much."

Karen's eyes filled with tears
at his heartfelt words. She reached
across the table and took his
hand. "Plankton, I'm here for
you. Always."

Plankton's antennae stopped
twitching. He looked into her screen,
his own filled with a depth of
emotion that hadn't seen
before. "You good, Karen," he said,
his voice steady. "Helping
Plankton."

Plankton was finding his way to
express himself, to connect with
her in a way that was meaningful.
She squeezed his hand.
"I'll always help you," she promised.

"Karen," Plankton began, his
voice tentative. He took a deep
breath, trying to find the words.
"I love you, Karen," he said finally, his
eye intense with feeling. 

Karen swelled with love
and pride. Despite his struggles,
Plankton was learning to express
his emotions in a way that made
sense to him. It was a victory,
small but significant.

"Thank you, Plankton," she said,
squeezing his hand. "Your love makes
me happy." His antennae twitched
slightly, a sign of his awkwardness
with the emotional exchange.

The room was quiet, the only
noise the soft sound of their
breathing and the occasional
crunch of a cracker. Plankton's
eye searched hers, looking for
reassurance.

"Plankton need...space," he 
managed, his voice
shaky. "Too...much emotional
interaction. Still love."

Karen nodded, understanding
dawning. "Okay, sweetie," she said,
releasing his hand. "I'll be right
here. Take all the time you need."

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Not ALL snoring is harmful.
The reasons for snoring stem from the relaxation of throat muscles when you sleep. Less airway volume can mean that the relaxed throat vibrates when you breathe. 
It’s the universal cause of snoring (harmful or normal)
The tongue is one of the main factors in snoring and sleeping with mouth open. 
During sleep, the muscles in the back of the mouth, nose, or throat become relaxed and breath flowing through the airway causes them to vibrate or flap.
When you go to sleep, the primary muscles of your tongue and your throat relax. 
For you to keep your airway open, support muscles for the throat must hold firm.
Not all snoring is sleep apnoea. Breathing noise or ‘snoring’ can be normal.
The restricted airflow results in a rumbling, rattling sound that occurs when air flows past the relaxed tissues.
Snoring sounds range from quiet whistling or vibrating to a loud grumbling, snorting, or rumbling.
It results when the upper airway, specifically the throat and the nasal passage, vibrate from turbulent airflow during breathing while asleep. 
This commonly affects the soft palate and uvula, the tissue that hangs down at the back of the throat. 
Narrowing at the base of the tongue may also play a role.
The root cause of snoring is when the air you’re breathing doesn’t flow smoothly through your nose and/or throat when you’re sleeping. 
Instead, it bumps into the surrounding tissues, which causes a vibration. The resulting vibration makes the snoring sound as you breathe. 
Your tongue position may also play a part.
Snoring is caused by things such as your tongue, mouth, throat or airways in your nose vibrating as you breathe.
It happens because these parts of your body relax and narrow when you're asleep.
Sometimes it's caused by a condition like sleep apnoea, which is when your airways become temporarily blocked as you sleep.
Snoring is the sound that air makes when it passes across the relaxed or loose tissues of the upper airway. 

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Mental confusion, also called delirium, is a change in a person’s awareness. Confusion affects how a person thinks, sees the world around them, and remembers things.

The main signs of mental confusion or delirium are sudden changes in awareness. A person with confusion or delirium might suddenly get very sleepy and unaware of their surroundings or act very upset.

Hypoactive, or low activity. Acting sleepy or withdrawn and "out of it."

Hyperactive, or high activity. Acting upset, nervous, and agitated.

Mixed. A combination of hypoactive and hyperactive confusion.

The main symptom is a change in general awareness and consciousness. This may include:

A shorter attention span

Trouble remembering things, writing, or finding words

Speech and thoughts that do not make sense

Not knowing where they are, what day it is, or other facts

Mixing up day and night and difficulty sleeping

Personality changes, restlessness, anxiety, depression, or irritability

Seeing things that others do not (hallucinating) or believing things that are not really happening (delusions)

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 5 Min Read|At one stage or another, have woken up to the sensation of a wet pillow clinging ever so slightly to. Why does this happen? Why some sleep with mouths open? And, can it be prevented?

What’s left of any extra saliva that fled your mouth while you were sleeping is drool. During the day we naturally swallow any saliva produced in our mouth while at night this process is meant to slow down. 
But for the unlucky, dribbling continues at a rapid pace throughout the night. In fact, there’s even a name for the condition of producing too much saliva: sialorrhea. Your sleep position can greatly impact 
how much you drool. If you sleep on your front or side, your mouth is likely to hang open, letting saliva drip freely. Whereas if you sleep on your back, the saliva will pool at the back of your throat and 
activate your swallowing reflex. Also you are unconscious when this happens to it’s tricky to know for sure if you tend to open your mouth during the night, but if you are a mouth breather, you are likely 
going to dribble, and you may find your pillow is wet regularly. In general, you will breathe through your mouth if your nose is failing to provide enough oxygen to your body, so your lungs opt for Plan B 
and use your mouth for air, which is when saliva takes chance at a quick escape. You may also open your mouth throughout the night due to stress and anxiety as it activates your sympathetic nervous system.
If you can’t breathe easily through your nose, you’re likely to open your mouth for air. 

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If you were sedated, you will be comfortable and drowsy.
IV anesthesia lets you fall into a sleep-like state and prevents any paın 
can distort sensation and lack of fine motor control. The patient falls asleep 
and is completely unaware of the procedure being performed. 
Twilight sedation drifting in and out of sleep
Once again some patients may be asleep while others will slip in and out of sleep.
For example, patients may experience some short-term memory issues, they may have 
trouble making decisions, they may feel emotional and they may feel somewhat disoriented.
Nitrous oxide Patients are able to breathe on their own and remain in control of all 
functions. The patient may experience mild amnesia and may fall asleep not remembering 
all of what happened during their appointment.
When nitrous oxide is administered, the patient may feel a kind of dreamy light-headedness. 
Nitrous oxide tends to make you feel a bit funny and “floaty.” You may even laugh at things 
that are happening around you, which is why it’s also called “laughing gas.” However, this 
change in consciousness is very short-lived. 

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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."

new autism in the plankton family sleepicore vii

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ᴸⁱᵗʰᵖ Part 1
⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵉⁿᵗ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʰᵉʳ
ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘⁿᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ
ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒʳ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧
ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵃᵖᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒᶠ 'ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ' ᵃⁿᵈ 'ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ' ᵇᵘᵗ
ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢᵉᵈ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ
ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵈⁱᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵗʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵉˣʰⁱᵇⁱᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ‧
ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵖʰᵉʳ
ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ⸴ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ‧
ᴰᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ
ᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃʳ
ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵐᵒˡᵃʳˢ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧
ᔆⁱⁿᶜᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʸ
ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗⁱʳᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ‧
ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵘⁿᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵃᵇˡᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ
ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ
ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱⁿⁱˢᵗʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ
ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈᵘᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉˢⁱᵃ‧ "ᴰᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧"
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ "ᴬˡˡ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ!"
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉ‧
ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵒᵘᵗ‧
"ᴴᵉʰ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˡᵉᵗˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ‧
"ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ!" "ᴴᵉʷʷᵒ‽" "ᴴⁱ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧"
"ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷⁱˡˡ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ‧"
"ᴵ ᵐᵃʷʷⁱᵉᵈ?" "ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ
ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʲᵘᵐᵇˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ‧" "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧ ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒ!"
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᵂᵘᶻ?"
ᔆʰᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᴵ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ; ᴵ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ!" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ'ᵈ
ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶜᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ⸴ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉˢⁱᵃ‧ "ᵀʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ
ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʲᵃʷ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵒʷ
ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʰᵃʷ?"
"ᴰᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗˢ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ
ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰⁱᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʰᵒⁿ‧‧"
"ᶠᵉᵉˡ ⁿᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ’ ʷⁱᶠᶠ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᶠ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ‧
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵍˡᵒᵇˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ
ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ
ᶜˡᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ‧
ᴬʳʳⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁱᶜᵉ
ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ‧
ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ‧"
ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ⸴ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ
ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵇʸ ᵘⁿᵃⁿⁿᵒᵘⁿᶜᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧" "ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‽"
ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ
ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ
ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴾʷᵉᵃˢᵉ
ᵒʰ⸴ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵐᵉ!" ᴴᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ‧
"ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ‧‧" "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ʸᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ˢ
ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ! ᔆʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵃʷʷⁱᵉᵈ!"
"ᵂⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵒᵗʰ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵃˡ‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿˢ‧
"ᴵ ʰᵃᵇ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰⁱᵉˢ? ᵂʰᵉʷᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ?" "ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ
ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ‧‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ
ᵗʰᵉᵉ⸴ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ? ᴵ ʷᵘᵛ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ!"
"ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ
ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧‧" ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒⁿ
ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ!"
"ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ
ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ?"
"ᵀⁱʷᵉᵈ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵘᶜᵏˢ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵃᵖ
ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧
ᔆᵘʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ⸴ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ⸴ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ
ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡˢ/ˢⁿᵒʳᵉˢ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ
ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵈ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ
ʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᶠ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ‧
"ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ᵍᵒ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴮʸᵉ!" ᵀʰᵉʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧
ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵃʸ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ
ˢᵒʳᵉⁿᵉˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ 'ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵐ ᴵ?'
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ
ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍⁿⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ
ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ‧ 'ᵂʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ 
ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ?' "ᴼʷ‧" 'ᴬʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵘᵐˢ‧ ᴳᵃʰ! ᵂʰᵃᵗ
ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ?' "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ?" ᔆʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧
ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ʷᵒʳⁿ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵇʸ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴼⁿˡʸ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈᵘʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ
ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵘⁿᵍʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ?" "ᴵᶜᵉ 
ᶜʷᵉᵃᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘ’ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘⁿᵍʷʸ ᶠᵒʷ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵃˡ ʸᵉᵗ‧"
'ᵀᵒ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ
ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵈᵈˡᵉʳ!' "ᴵ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ
ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ‧‧" "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶜᵉ
ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰˢ‧
'ᴰⁱᵈ ᴵ ᵇⁱᵗᵉ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ?' "ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ?"
"ᴳᵒⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ⸴ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʷ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵇ'ᶠᵒʳᵉ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴵ ᶠⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ
ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ?" 'ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ
ˢˡᵘʳʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ' ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ
ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ⸴ ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡ‧ "ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ‧"
"ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ
ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧" "ᴳᵒᵒᵈ‧"
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᴴᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ; ˡᵘᶜᵏⁱˡʸ ʰᵉ
ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ‧ "ᴬᵐ ᴵ ᵈʳᵒᵒˡⁱⁿᵍ‽"
'ʸᵉˢ‧' "ᴺᵒᵗ ᵇᵃᵈ‧‧" 'ʸᵉˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ‧' ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵖᵉˢ ⁱᵗ‧
"ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ?" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃˢᵏˢ‧
"ᴳᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵖ‧‧" "ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ‧‧"
"ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᴵ⸴ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ‧" "ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ
ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧" "ᔆᵒ ᵈᵒ ᴵ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ‧
to be cont. Pt. Two

new plaren lithp wisdom tooth split into parts wisdom teeth

AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY x


(Autistic author)



The extraction was swift and
skillful, the wisdom teeth
removed with the care of the
surgeon. Plankton's tiny body
was a testament to the doctor's
expertise, not even a flinch
disturbing his peaceful slumber.

Plankton was wheeled into
recovery, where Karen and
SpongeBob were.

"He's fine," Delfina assured,
her voice a soft lullaby. "The
surgery went well. He'll just
need to sleep it off."

Dr. Doolittle nods. "He did
fantastic and is doing so
great."

The anesthesia
kept him blissfully unaware
of the world around him, his
tiny body relaxed in a way
it rarely was.

Karen and Sponge Bob sat
on plush chairs, their eyes
never leaving Plankton's
slumbering form. Karen held his
hand, her thumb rubbing small
comforting circles on the back of
his palm. 

Sponge Bob leaned forward in
his chair, his eyes never leaving
Plankton's still form.

"How long will he be out?" he
asked, his voice a whisper in the
quiet room.

Delfina, the dolphin hygienist,
smiled kindly. "It's hard to say,
exactly. But he'll wake up when
his body's ready," she assured,
patting Sponge Bob's arm with a
flipper.

Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes
never leaving Plankton's peaceful
face. The room was bathed in a
soft light, designed to be as
soothing as possible for those
recovering from surgery. 

As Plankton slept, his mouth
was open hung slightly
apart, his breathing deep and
even, a testament
to the deep, anesthesia-induced
slumber that had taken hold.
The gentle rise and fall of
his chest was the only indication
of life amidst the sea of blankets
and medical equipment that
surrounded him. His antennae
were still, a stark contrast to
their usual frenetic dance.

But as the minutes ticked
by, a small pool of drool began
to form at the corner of his
mouth. It grew larger, a silent
testament to his relaxed
state, trickling down his cheek
and onto the pillow beneath
his head.

Sponge Bob couldn't help but
smile at the sight. It was
oddly endearing, 
with a strange mix of pity
and affection.

Karen chuckled softly. "Looks
like he's out cold," she whispered.

Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his
expression a mix of amusement
and concern. "Is that normal?"
he asked, pointing at the drool.

Delfina's smile grew wider. "Perfectly
normal," she assured him, her
flippers moving with the grace
of a ballerina as she wiped
Plankton's chin with a soft
cloth. "He's just really out of it.
and his mouth's numbed."

His antennae twitched slightly
as the anesthesia began to
wear off, but he didn't wake yet.

As if on cue, Plankton's eye
twitched, and a faint whine
escaped his lips. His antennae
twitched, and he stirred
slightly. The sedative's grip
was loosening, allowing him to
surface from the depths of sleep. 

Karen's screen snapped to his face,
her hand tightening around his.
"You're ok," she whispered, her
voice a gentle current. "You're just
waking up."

Plankton's antennae began to
quiver again, his eye
flickering open. The world was
still a blur, his thoughts a
tangle of confusion. He blinked
slowly, trying to focus on the
figures around him, eye fluttered
open to reveal the blurred
outlines of his friends'
concerned faces.

"Hey there, buddy," Sponge Bob
whispered, his voice a soft
caress.

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly, his eye focusing on
his friend's smiling face. He
tried to speak, but his mouth
was heavy and uncooperative.
"W...what happened?" he mumbled,
his voice a slurred echo.

Karen leaned in, her smile gentle.
"You had your wisdom teeth
removed, sweetie," she said, her
voice a soothing lilt. "You're
just waking up from the
anesthesia."

Delfina, approached with gauze.
"Bite down on this," she instructs,
her voice a soft melody. "It'll
help with any bleeding."

Plankton's mouth still
numb from the surgery but
did as he was told.

The ride home was a
blur of gentle swaying, the
motion of the boat lulling
his overstimulated senses.
The soft hum of the engine
was a comforting white noise
that drowned out the cacophony
of the world outside.

Karen steered the boat with
extra care. Plankton was snuggled 
into the crook of SpongeBob's
arm, his antennae drooping with
exhaustion, eye fluttering closed as
the waves whispered a gentle
lullaby beneath them.
Plankton's breathing grew
even, his body relaxing into the
soft embrace of sleep.

Eventually the arrived back home,
Karen parking. 
"We're back home, Plankton.." says
SpongeBob, his voice a gentle
reminder of reality.
Yet Plankton didn't stir, his
body still lost in the depths.
"Should we wake him?"
he asked, his voice a soft
mumble.

Karen gets out and goes to
where they're seated.

"Come on, Plankton," Karen's
voice was a gentle nudge, her
hand on his shoulder. "Time to
wake up."

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye fluttering open to
reveal a world that was still
hazy and unreal. He blinked
slowly, trying to focus on
Karen's face above him. "Home?"
he murmured, his voice a
distant echo.

Karen nodded, her smile
soft. "Yes, we're home," she said,
her voice a gentle caress. "You
slept through the whole ride."

Plankton blinked groggily,
his antennae quivering slightly. 
He sat up slowly.

Karen helped him to his
feet, her touch gentle as
sea grass brushing against
his skin. "Let's get you inside,"
she said, her voice a gentle
wake-up call.

Sponge Bob hovered nearby,
his eyes filled with worry as
he watched Plankton wobble slightly,
his body still adjusting to
being upright. "You okay?" he
asked, his voice a gentle ripple
in the calm of the moment.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
still limp with sleep. "Jus’
tiwed," he mumbled, his voice
raspy from the surgery. Karen
guided him to the bed, the
softness of the pillow a
welcome embrace for his head.
Sponge Bob hovered nearby. his
"Do you need anything?"
he asked.

"I'm fine," Plankton murmured,
his eye drifting closed again.
"Jush... quiet."

The quiet hum of the
air conditioner and the distant
lapping of waves against the
shore created a serene symphony
for his heightened senses.

Plankton lay in bed, his
antennas still, his body
recovering from the ordeal.
The pillows were piled high,
a fortress around him, and the
sheets were pulled tight, a
comforting cocoon.

Karen sat beside him, her
hand on his arm, her voice
a gentle hum of reassurance.
"You're doing so well," she
whispered. "Just rest."

The room was bathed in
dim light, the curtains drawn
to block out the harsh
daylight that could cause him
discomfort. The sounds of the
ocean outside were muffled, a
soothing backdrop to his
recovery.

Karen hovered nearby, her
screen never leaving his sleepy
form. She had set up a small
station with ice ready to offer
comfort at a moment's notice.

Sponge Bob sat in the armchair
across the room.

He watched his friend
sleep peacefully, his antennae
finally at rest. The quiet of
the room was a stark contrast to
the chaos of the dental office,
but Plankton seemed to be
comfortable, his breathing
even and deep.

The hours passed with a gentle
rhythm, the soft sounds of the
ocean outside the only
company to their vigil.
Karen checked on Plankton
frequently, her movements
silent as a ghost as she made
sure he was okay.

Sponge Bob's eyes never
left Plankton's sleeping
form. He got books and an
entertainment system for
Plankton to.

Plankton stirred in his sleep,
his antennae twitching.

Karen's gaze was quick to
find him, her eyes full of
concern. "You okay?" she
whispered, her voice a gentle
wave lapping at the shore of
his consciousness.

Plankton nodded slowly, his
antennas rising slightly.

"Th...thank you," he mumbled,
his mouth still numb from
the surgery. "I'll...I'll be okay."

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Edith Bagley
LAST NAME: Bagley	FIRST NAME: Edith	
MAIDEN NAME: Reynolds	
 	GENDER: F	
BORN: 9 Feb 1870	D1ED: 13 Jul 1893	BURIED: 15 Jul 1893
  	OCCUPATION:  Housewife
BIRTH PLACE:  The Dalles, Wasco Co., Oregon
D£ATH PLACE: Salem, Marion Co., Oregon
NOTES: 
IOOF - Mrs. Edith Bagley, age 23 y's 6 m's 4 d's, d1ed in Salem of blo0d poisoning, wife of W. H. Bagley.
1870 OR CENSUS - Edith M. Reynolds, age 4 months [sic], b. Oregon, is enumerated with Dawson Reynolds, age 40, occupation farmer, b. Virginia, and Eliza E., age 30, b. Maine, along with Florence J., age 6, b. Minnesota.
1880 OR CENSUS - Edith M. Reynolds, age 14, b. Oregon, is enumerated as step-daughter, in the home of Robert Pentland, age 59, occupation miller, b. England, and Eliza E. Pentland, age 39, b. Maine, along with Ervin C. Pentland, age 23, mill worker, b. Oregon, and Florence J. Reynolds, age 16, b. Minnesota.
DEATH CERTIFICATE: 
OBITUARY: 
d1ed Salem, Thursday, July 13, 1893, Edith R., wife of W. H. Bagley, aged 23 years, 6 months and 4 days. Mrs. Bagley was sick about three weeks. She had trouble with her teeth which made it necessary to have several of them extracted and that was the beginning of difficulty that ended in blo0d poisoning and d£ath at 6:50 o'clock last evening. 
Deceased, whose maiden name was Pentland [Reynolds], was born at The Dalles February 9, 1870. When seven or eight years of age she went with her parents to Scio, which was her home until her marriage with Mr. Bagley February 12, 1889. In 1885 Miss Pentland [Reynolds] entered Willamette university and two years later was graduated from the academic department and conservatory of music. 
Mrs. Bagley leaves a husband, a daughter 3 1/2 years old, her mother, Mrs E. E. Pentland, a sister, Miss Florence Reynolds, a step-sister, Mrs. S. L. Brooks of The Dalles and a step-brother, E. C. Pentland of Independence. She was a faithful member of the First Congregational church. Her many excellent traits of character, her genial and even temperament and her graces of mind and person made her hosts 
of warm friends at The Dalles, at Scio and in Salem where she was so well known. The funeral arrangements will be announced later. 
Oregon Statesman, 14 Jul 1893, 4:4
INSCRIPTION: 
Edith R. 
Wife of 
William Bagley 
D1ed 
July 13, 1893 
Aged 23 Y's, 5 M's, 4 D's
Dearly loved on earth, early called to Heaven
SOURCES: 
LR 
LD 
IOOF Register of Burials 
DAR pg 67 
S&H pg 69 
Saucy Survey & Photographs
1870 OR CENSUS  (Wasco Co., W. Dalles, FA #152)
1880 OR CENSUS (Linn Co., Scio, ED 72, sheet 374C)
OS 14 Jul 1893 4:4

LOT: 801	SPACE: 3 SW	LONGITUDE

     

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Dr. McDermott's dental 
office. Plankton had 
been in surgery for wisdom teeth.

The  receptionist, a young woman 
named "Samantha," was going up to Karen.

"Your husband is 
to be taken to the recovery," 
she said, her voice gentle and 
soothing.
Karen nodded. 
Samantha led her down. Plankton 
was laid out on a narrow bed, his 
mouth open slightly.

"He's still under," 
Samantha whispered, "but going 
to start bringing him out of it now.
Waking is a gradual process so.."

Karen nodded. She watched as a 
nurse approached,
deftly adjusting tubes and 
machines connected to him.
The nurse flicked a switch and 
began to decrease the flow.

The anesthesia 
diminished. Plankton's chest 
continued to rise and fall rhythmically,
his eye remained closed. Karen 
reached out and took his hand, her 
thumb brushing against his. She 
squeezed gently, hoping it might 
provide some comfort, or at least 
a thread of familiarity, as he began
his journey back to consciousness.

A few moments later, Plankton's hand 
twitched ever so slightly in response.

"It's ok honey," she whispered, 
though she knew he couldn't hear.
A nurse, named Margaret, offered 
an assuring smile. "It's normal for 
it to take time. Just keep talking 
to him, it'll help."

Karen leaned closer, her voice 
barely above a murmur. "Remember 
our first date?" she began. 
Plankton's snore was the only response.

"Don't worry, he'll come around soon.
Anesthesia can take a while to wear off.
And when he does, he'll be groggy. 
It's like waking up from a deep sleep."

Her thoughts drifted to Plankton's 
snoring, a comforting sound. She 
squeezed his hand again, trying to 
will him to wake with her touch.

Then, to her surprise, she heard a murmur. 
"Mm, chum... so... much... chum..."

The nurse, Margaret, gave her a knowing 
look. "It's common for patients to 
talk in their sleep as they come out of 
it. Sometimes they say the 
darndest things."

Karen smiles. "Chum?" she repeated, 
"Is that what you're dreaming about?"

"Needff... chum..."

"You're ok," 
she whispered, her voice filled with 
relief. "You're just dreaming, sweetie."

"Chum... I... I nee to... get ith," he 
slurred. Karen's smile grew, 
his nonsensical words bringing a 
small spark of comfort.

"You're dreaming about work," 
she said, stroking his forehead 
with the back of her hand. 

The nurse, Margaret, checked the 
monitors and nodded. "His vitals 
look good. He'll be fine," she assured.

"Remember the first time you made 
me a Patty?" she 
asked, her voice soothing. Plankton's 
grip on her hand tightened slightly, 
his chest rising and falling with 
even breaths.

"Ith... Ith was’at..." he mumbled. 
It wasn't often she heard him express
his feelings so openly, especially not about 
her. 

"What was it, honey?" she prompted, 
a soft smile playing on her lips. 
"Youw... youwre the... the besht... the... besht..."
his voice trailed off again into snores.
Karen chuckled
with affection. It was clear he was 
talking about her, despite the 
garbled speech. She leaned in 
closer. "I'm right here," she whispered.

Plankton's sleep-talk grew, 
his grip on her hand tightening. "Pro-tec... 
the secret... chum... fwom... Plankton..."

"You're safe," she said, her voice 
a soothing whisper. "You don't have to 
worry about the recipe now."

Plankton's slurred words 
continued. "Fwom... Plankton... ith...
ith... my... my... hearth..." It was 
almost as if he was speaking to it, 
whispering sweet nothings in his sleep.

"Your... your heart?" she repeated 
uncertainly, trying to make sense of 
his words. Plankton's chest rose and 
fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his hand 
still clutching hers tightly.
A faint 
moan escaped Plankton's lips, and 
his eye began to flutter open. His 
eye searched the room, unfocused
and glazed. He blinked 
slowly, a look of confusion 
spreading across his face. The nurse 
stood by, monitoring, 
ready to intervene if needed.

"Karen?" he croaked, his voice 
slurred from the anesthesia. She 
squeezed his hand tighter and leaned in, 
her voice as gentle as a lullaby. 
"Hi, sweetie. It's all over now. You're 
in the recovery room."

Plankton's eye searched hers, 
still clouded with sleep. "Wha... wha' 
happen'd?" he managed to ask.

"You had your wisdom teeth removed," 
Karen said softly. "You're ok now."

Plankton's eye grew clearer as 
his mind slowly surfaced from the 
depths of unconsciousness. He blinked 
again, looking around the room. 
"Why... why awe youw smiling?"

"You were talking in your sleep," 
she said, trying to keep the 
amusement out of her voice. "It was 
just sweet."

Plankton's eye searched hers. 
"Wha'did I shay?"

"You said a lot of 
things," she replied, her smile 
lingering. "But the most important 
part was that you said I was the best."

The corner of Plankton's mouth 
twitched into a weak smile. "Yeah?" 
he murmured, his voice still 
slurred. "Well, thath's twue."

With Margaret's help, Karen managed 
to get Plankton into a more 
upright position. His head lolled 
slightly before he found his 
bearings, blinking rapidly to clear 
his vision.

"How do you feel?" Karen 
asked, her voice full of concern.

"Woozy," Plankton mumbled.

With Margaret's guidance, Karen helped 
Plankton to stand, his legs wobbly. He leaned heavily 
on her, the anesthesia still clouding 
his movements. She felt his weight 
and knew that he would need her support 
to navigate the short walk to the car.

"Let's go slow," she said, her voice 
steady and calm. Plankton nodded, 
his eye still half-lidded with sleep.
They shuffled along the hallway, 
each step a victory over his grogginess. 

As they approached the door 
leading to the parking lot, Plankton 
swayed. Karen tightened her 
grip, for his head lolled 
to the side, and she caught him.

"Whoa, honey," she said.

Plankton's legs buckled slightly, and 
his head dropped to her shoulder, 
his weight pressing against her. Karen 
steadied him, her arms wrapping around 
to keep him upright. His breathing 
was deep and even, eye fighting to stay open.

"You can't sleep now," she said, 
trying to keep the laughter from her 
voice. "We're not even home yet."

With Margaret's help, they made 
their way to the car, Karen's arm 
supporting Plankton's weight.

"Let's get you buckled in," she said, 
guiding him to the passenger seat.
Plankton complied, his movements 
still sluggish and uncoordinated.

With a gentle push, Karen secured 
the seatbelt across his chest. His 
head lolled back against the headrest, 
and for a moment, she thought 
he might fall back asleep, but 
managed to keep his eye open as she
starts the engine.

As she pulled out of the parking 
lot, Plankton's eye drifted shut. "We're 
almost home." Karen says as Plankton's head 
lolled back against the 
headrest. She took a hand off the 
wheel to pat his leg reassuringly. 
"You can sleep when we get there."
Yet Plankton's snores filled the 
car, punctuating the silence. Karen 
couldn't help but look over at him, 
his face relaxed and peaceful in 
sleep.

"Wake up, sweetie," Karen 
whispered, gently shaking Plankton. 
He stirred, his eye blinking open with 
difficulty. "We're home," she 
said.

Plankton groaned. "Careful," 
she warned.

They shuffled inside, Karen guiding him. The 
smell of home hit them, a mix of 
saltwater and the faint scent of 
cooking from the restaurant next door.

"Come on, honey," she said, 
half-guiding, half-carrying him 
to their bedroom. Karen 
helped him lie downs. 
He let out a deep sigh.

"Thathks," he murmured, 
his voice barely audible.

Karen settled Plankton into bed, 
his head resting on the soft pillows, his body 
limp and heavy with the weight 
of the anesthesia. She took his other 
hand and squeezed gently.

As they lay there, she noticed a 
small pool of drool forming at 
the corner of his mouth.

Karen couldn't help but 
laugh softly, the tension of the 
day dissipating. She reached for a 
tissue from the bedside table and 
gently wiped the drool away. Plankton 
snuffled, his eye shooting open for a 
moment before closing again.

"Don't worry," she whispered, 
stroking his forehead. "You're safe.
You can go back to sleep now."

Plankton's head lolled to the 
side, and drool grew more insistent, 
a silent testament to his deep slumber.
Karen grabbed another tissue, 
wiping the saliva that trickled 
down his chin, his snores rumbling.

With each tissue, the intimacy grew, 
the act of caring for him in this vulnerable 
state somehow endearing. She felt a tenderness 
for him that was usually overshadowed 
by their daily squabbles and the relentless 
pursuit of the Krabby Patty's secret recipe.

As Plankton's snores grew softer, 
his grip on her hand loosened. Karen 
gently pulled her hand free and covered 
him with the blanket. She took a moment 
to gaze at his peaceful face. It was 
a side of him she rarely saw, and she 
found it surprisingly comforting.

She leaned 
over and kissed him softly on the 
forehead, whispering, "I love you, 
even when you're drooling."

Karen knew Plankton would be out 
for hours, so she decided to use the 
time to prepare a light meal for when 
he woke. She moved quietly to the 
kitchen, not wanting to disturb him. 
She rummaged, looking for something 
soft that wouldn't irritate his 
sore mouth.

In the fridge, she found a bowl 
of Plankton's favorite jellyfish jello, 
a treat she had made the night before 
knowing he wouldn't be able to eat 
much solid food. Then, she pulled out a 
loaf of bread and a jar of jelly, 
carefully making a few soft, 
fluffy sandwiches that she hoped 
would be easy for him to chew.

Next, she grabbed a few of Plankton's 
favorite books from the living 
room. She placed 
them on the bedside table, along with 
a glass of water, within arm's reach.
She took a deep 
breath, feeling a sense of peace 
settle over her as she listened to 
his rhythmic snores. Despite the 
stress of the day, she was grateful 
for the quiet moments like these.

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His eye took a moment to focus 
on her, and when it did, she saw a 
flicker of confusion, followed by 
a glimmer of recognition. "Karen?" 
he repeated, his voice still faint.

"Yes, it's me, 
Plankton. You're ok."

But his gaze remained distant, 
his focus unsteady. "Where...where 
are we?"
"We're at the hospital, sweetheart," 
Karen said softly, stroking his antenna. 
"You had an accident."

The confusion in Plankton's eye grew, 
and he tried to sit up, but a wave of 
dizziness forced him back down. "What 
kind of accident?" His voice was 
still weak, but there was an urgency 
to his words that hadn't been there 
before.

Karen took a deep breath, her 
grip on his hand tightening. "Mr. 
Krabs...he hit you with a fry pan."
The words tasted bitter 
but she had to tell him the 
truth. Plankton's eye widened 
slightly, and she watched as the 
puzzle pieces of the situation 
slowly clicked into place in his 
mind.

"Krabby Patty," he murmured, 
his voice distant.
"Yes, Plankton, you were trying to 
get the recipe again," Karen 
whispered, aching at 
the memory. "But it's over now. 
You need to rest."

His eye searched hers, and 
for a moment, she thought she saw a 
flicker of his old self, the cunning 
and ambitious man she had married. 
But it was gone as quickly as it 
appeared, replaced by a vacant 
stare.
"Don't... don't remember,"
he mumbled, his antennas drooping.
This wasn't the 
Plankton she knew, the one who 
schemed with a glint in his eye 
and a plan in his pocket.
"It's ok, Plankton," she 
soothed, her voice trembling.
She took a deep breath, 
trying to compose herself. "Do you 
remember me?"

Plankton's gaze remained 
steady for a moment, and then he 
nodded slowly. "Karen," he said, 
his voice a hoarse whisper. But 
the spark of recognition 
was tinged with confusion, as if 
he wasn't quite sure how he knew her.

Karen's felt like 
breaking into a million tiny pieces. 
But she knew she had to stay 
strong. For Plankton. For them. 
"You don't remember what happened, 
do you?" she asked gently. "What else
do you remember?"

Plankton's antennas twitched 
slightly, his eye searching hers. 
"Don't know," he admitted, 
his voice barely above a whisper. 
Karen's chest tightened as she 
held back a sob. "It's ok," 
she reassured him, her voice 
shaky.

"Do you remember your name?" 
she asked, her voice hopeful.
He blinked slowly, his gaze 
fading in and out of focus, his brow 
furrowing as he concentrated. 
"Sheldon... Plankton?"
The sound of his voice saying 
his own name brought a small 
smile to Karen's face. "Yes, that's 
right," she said, her voice filled 
with relief.

"Do you remember where we live?"
she continued, her tone gentle.
Plankton's eye searched the 
ceiling of the hospital room, as if 
the answer was written there. 
"The Chum Bucket," he murmured, 
his voice unsure. Karen nodded, 
encouraged by his response.
"Good, good," she said, smiling 
weakly. "What about our friends?"

Again, the confusion clouded his 
gaze. "Friends?" he repeated, 
his voice tentative. "SpongeBob, 
Sandy...?"
"Yes," Karen said, her voice 
soft. "Do you remember them?"

Plankton's expression grew more 
distressed, his antennas drooping.
"Square...SpongeBob. And a 
squirrel, yes?" He paused, trying 
to piece together the fragmented 
memories.

Karen nodded, brimming 
with unshed tears. "Yes, SpongeBob 
SquarePants and Sandy Cheeks. They're 
friends."

Plankton's antennas twitched as he 
processed the information, his brow 
furrowing with the effort. "Friends," 
he repeated, the word sounding 
foreign. Karen could see 
the gears turning in his tiny head, 
his brain desperately trying to 
make connections to his past.

"Do you remember anything about 
your life before the accident?" Karen 
asked, her voice trembling with 
anticipation.

Plankton's eye searched hers, 
uncertain. "Life...before?"
Her heart sank. "You know, our 
adventures, our home, our love?"

He stared at her, his expression 
unreadable. "Love?" The word was 
barely a whisper.

"Yes, Plankton," she said, her 
voice cracking. "We love each other. 
We've been married for a long time, 
and we've had so many adventures 
together." She paused, willing 
the words to resonate with him, to 
ignite a spark of memory. "Do you 
remember any of that?"

Plankton's gaze remained 
vacant for a moment before he 
nodded slightly. "Married," he murmured, 
as if tasting the word for the first 
time. "To Karen." His antennas lifted 
slightly, a glimmer of something 
familiar flickering in his eye.
"Karen Plankton computer wife."
"Yes, Plankton," Karen said, her 
voice thick with emotion.
"Does that mean something to you?"
she asked, her heart in her throat.

He nodded slowly, his antennas 
waving slightly. "Computer wife,"
he murmured again, his voice 
gaining a hint of warmth. "Karen."

Karen felt a flicker of hope. 
"Yes, Plankton, I'm your 
wife." She leaned closer, her voice 
gentle. "Do you remember anything
about us?"

Plankton's antennas twitched as he 
thought. "Wife," he said slowly, 
his voice a faint echo of the man 
she knew. "Wife...Karen. Married
July 31, 1999."

That was their 
wedding day, a date they had 
celebrated every year since. "Yes," she 
whispered, her voice choking. "We
got married on July 31, 1999."

The hospital room felt thick with 
silence as she waited for his next 
words. Plankton's eye searched 
the room, his antennas twitching 
as he tried to piece together the 
shards of his past.

"Plankton, can you tell me about 
yourself?" Karen asked, her voice 
gentle. "What do you like to do?"

Plankton's antennas twitched as he 
thought. "Invent," he said, his voice 
still weak but with a hint of pride. 
"Science?"
The words came out as a question, 
as if he wasn't quite sure of his 
own identity.

"Yes," Karen said, her voice 
brightening slightly. "You're a 
genius inventor. You've made so 
many wonderful things." She 
paused, hoping to see some spark of 
recognition in his eye. "Do you 
remember any of your inventions?"

Plankton's antennas waved in 
the air, as if searching for the 
memories that remained elusive. 
"Inventions," he murmured, his 
single eye searching the ceiling. 
"Gadgets...machines."
"That's right," Karen encouraged, 
squeezing his hand. "You've created 
so many amazing machines. Can you 
describe one of them?"

He blinked, his antennas 
stilling for a moment. "Chum...Chum 
Dispenser 3000," he said, his voice 
picking up a bit. "It makes...makes 
food for fishies."
Karen's smile grew despite the 
pain. The Chum 
Dispenser 3000 was one of 
his earlier inventions, a 
failed attempt to lure customers 
to their restaurant, but it was a 
testament to his ingenuity. 
"That's wonderful, Plankton," she 
said, her voice thick with emotion.
"How about something more 
recent?" she prompted, eager to 
see how much of their shared 
history remained with him.

Plankton's antennas twitched as 
his brain worked overtime. "Um... the 
Incredibubble," he said, his voice 
picking up speed as he talked. "It's a 
bubble that can shrink things down to 
microscopic size."

Karen felt a jolt of excitement. 
"That's right!" she exclaimed, 
squeezing his hand. "You used it to 
get to find a secret plan."

Plankton's gaze remained 
distant, but there was a hint of 
curiosity in his eye. "Computer... 
plan?"
"Yes," Karen said, her voice 
shaking. "We've had so many 
adventures together, Plankton. We've 
faced so much together."

He nodded, his antennas 
twitching slightly. "Together," he 
repeated, as if testing the word 
on his tongue.

"Do you remember any of 
those adventures?" Karen 
asked, her voice trembling.
"Adventures?" Plankton's eye 
flickered, and she could almost see 
the wheels turning in his mind.
"With Karen... wife?"

"Yes, with me. We've 
traveled the ocean, faced so 
many challenges together."

The doctor came in. "You can go
home now," he said.

Karen nodded, never 
leaving Plankton's face. She had 
spoken to the doctor about his 
condition, about the autism, but 
she still wasn't sure how to 
process it all. How would their 
life change now?

"Come on, Plankton," she said, 
helping him sit up gently. "Let's 
get you home."

She buckles him into his side of the car, 
his newfound passivity making the 
usual struggle unnecessary. The 
engine of the tiny vehicle roars to 
life, and Karen guides them out of the 
hospital parking lot. 

The ride back to the Chum 
Bucket is quiet, the only sound 
being the hum of the car's engine 
and the occasional splash from 
the waves outside. Karen keeps 
glancing at Plankton, his antennas 
listless as he stares out the 
window. His mind seems to be 
somewhere else, lost in a world of 
his own making.

When they arrive, she helps 
Plankton out of the car and 
supports him as they make their 
way to the door. The neon sign 
flickers in the gloom, casting 
erratic shadows across the 
sand. The once bustling 
environment now feels eerie and 
desolate. Karen's mind is racing 
with thoughts of how to make 
this place feel like home again for 
Plankton.

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By evening, Karen has set
up a makeshift kitchen area
in the living room, with all
the ingredients for spaghetti
arranged neatly on the coffee
table. Plankton sits cross-legged
on the floor, his eye never
leaving the recipe book.

He reads each step aloud, his voice
growing stronger with
confidence. Karen chops
vegetables nearby, noticing
the subtle changes in his
movements, the way he tilts
his head when he's concentrating.

The smell of garlic and onions
sizzling in olive oil fills the
room. Plankton stirs the
pot, his face scrunching up
slightly at the aroma, a sign
his sensory sensitivity has
heightened. She sees him rub
his hands together, a self-stimulatory
behavior, but she knows
it's his way of grounding
himself amidst the chaos.

They move around the makeshift
kitchen, a silent dance of
understanding and support.
Karen boils the water for the
spaghetti while Plankton
continues to sauté the veggies.
Each action is deliberate,
each step measured as they
navigate their new reality.

The water reaches a rolling
boil, and Plankton carefully
drops in the spaghetti strands,
his gaze transfixed by the
swirling water. Karen watches
his concentration and sees
the childlike wonder in his eye.

"How long?" he asks.
"Five minutes," Karen says, her
voice calm. She's read that clear
and concise instructions
can be helpful.

After five minutes, Plankton
quickly drains the spaghetti, his
movements precise and methodical.
He pours the sauce over the noodles
and mixes them gently, his focus
intense. Karen watches him,
a mix of admiration and concern.

"It's done," he announces, his
voice a mix of excitement and
apprehension. She brings over
two plates, setting them on the
coffee table. They sit across
from each other, the steaming
spaghetti a bridge between
them. Plankton's hand hovers
over his plate, unsure of how to
proceed with the new sensory
experience.

"Let's eat," Karen says with a
smile, picking up her fork and
twirling the noodles expertly.
The sound of her silverware
against the plate makes him flinch,
but he mimics her movements.

They eat in silence, the clinking
of forks and spoons the only
sounds in the room. Plankton
chews slowly, savoring each bite,
his face a canvas of emotions.
Karen watches him, her own
fork poised in midair.

As they finish dinner, Plankton
sets his plate aside and looks
at her, his expression earnest.
"Thank you, Karen," he says, his
voice clear. "For being here Karen."

Her eyes brim with tears,
but she blinks them back. "Always,
Plankton. I'll always be here. Now
it's getting late; let's go to bed.."

In bed, she reads to him,
his favorite childhood story,
the words acting as a lullaby.
Plankton's hand rests on her arm,
his thumb rubbing circles in a
self-soothing gesture. His breathing
steadies, matching the rhythm
of her voice.

The book's final page is turned,
and she switches off the lamp,
plunging the room into darkness.
The silence is filled with the
comforting hum of the fan above.

Karen lies beside Plankton,
his body rigid with tension.
Her arm wraps around him,
pulling him closer, and she feels
his muscles slowly relax.

"Goodnight, Plankton," she whispers,
kissing his forehead. He doesn't
respond, lost in his thoughts.
But she knows he heard her.
Karen notices the tension in his body 
and gently runs her fingers through 
his antennae, a silent offer of comfort. 
Eventually, his breathing evens out, 
and he falls asleep, his body curled 
into hers like a child seeking shelter.

The next morning, the sun streams 
through the blinds, casting stripes
across the bed. Karen, already awake, 
watches him, her hand still entwined with his.
He's still asleep, his body relaxed, the 
lines of worry from the day before 
smoothed out by the embrace of slumber.

Carefully, she slides out of bed,
not wanting to disturb him. She sees
him stir in his sleep, his antennae
twitching slightly, but he remains
unaware of her departure.

In the kitchen, Karen starts
the coffee, the scent filling
the room with a comforting
aroma. She opens the fridge,
finding the ingredients for
the morning routine. Plankton's
usual breakfast is a simple one:
toast with jam and a banana.

The toaster pops, and she
spreads the jam with a gentle
smoothness that Plankton likes.
The banana peels easily, revealing
the perfect yellow fruit inside.
Her mind races with thoughts
of how she'll need to learn
his new sensitivities, his likes
and dislikes, his triggers. But for
now, she focuses on the task
at hand, placing the slices
of bread in the toaster. 

When the toast is just right,
she carries the breakfast tray
to the bedroom, her steps
soft against the cold floor.
Plankton's still asleep, his
snores punctuating the quiet
morning. Karen sets the tray
on the bedside table.

She watches him, unsure
how to wake him without
causing distress. She's read
about sensory sensitivity
and knows that sudden noise
can be jarring for someone
with Autism. She gently strokes
his antennae, her touch
featherlight, and whispers his
name, "Plankton, wake up."

He stirs, his antennae twitching,
but his eye remains closed.
Karen tries again, a little
louder this time, "Wake up,
sweetie. Breakfast is ready."

Plankton's hand shoots up
to cover his eye, a reflexive
reaction to the light. His
body tenses, then relaxes as
his mind adjusts to the new
day. He sits up slowly.

"Thank you, Karen," he mumbles,
his voice still thick with sleep.
He takes in the breakfast
spread before him, his antennae
twitching with anticipation. He picks
up the toast, feeling the warmth 
in his hands, the stickiness
of the jam a familiar comfort.

Karen watches him closely, noticing
the way his eye widens slightly
at the first bite, the way his tongue
flicks out to taste the banana.
It's as if every sensation is
amplified, a symphony of flavors
and textures that she can't begin
to understand. She sips her coffee,
silent, giving him space.

As he eats, Plankton starts to hum again,
his body rocking slightly. It's a low,
comforting sound that fills the room.
Karen feels the tension in her
shoulders ease. This is their new
normal, a dance of care and
understanding. 

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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 5


(Neurodivergent author)



Karen returns to the bedroom,
where Plankton is already snoring
softly. She pulls the covers up to
his chin, tucking in gently.
She sits in the chair beside
his bed, never leaving
his peaceful form.

His chest rises and falls in the
steady rhythm of sleep, each breath
a testament to his resilience.
Karen watches him, her mind racing
with thoughts of what the future
holds, the challenges they'll face
together. But for now, she
forces herself to be still.

Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep,
as if he's navigating the vast
underwater world of his dreams.
Karen watches him, full
of a love she didn't know existed.

The soft snores from Plankton's
tiny form are music to her.
In his sleep, the weight of the
world is lifted, his mind free
to explore the vast depths of his
underwater universe without fear.
Her gaze lingers on the soft
lines of his face, the tension
erased by the gentle embrace of
slumber. She smiles, her eyes
filling with tears.

The room is a sanctuary,
a bubble of quiet amidst the
storm of confusion and fear.
The shadows play across the wall,
telling silent stories of adventures
that await when he wakes. Karen
reclines in the chair, her hand
resting gently on his arm.

The nap stretches into an hour,
then two, the house a cocoon
of peace around them. Plankton's
body relaxes into the embrace
of the bed, his mind swimming
through a sea of tranquility.

Karen sits by his side, her hand
still resting on his arm. She
thinks of the Plankton she knew
before, his quirks and routines
now painted with the brushstroke
of understanding. Autism isn't
a label to shrink from, but a part
of him to be embraced, a piece
of the intricate tapestry that
makes him who he is.  

In his sleep, Plankton starts 
to murmur, his words a jumble
of half-thoughts. Karen leans closer,
trying to make sense of the words.

"...I...Karen...love."

Her hand squeezes his arm gently, her 
thumb tracing circles on his skin. "I 
love you too, Plankton," she whispers 
back, her voice a soft lullaby.
Plankton's sleep-talk starts up again.
"...so many stars,"
his voice murmurs, his antennae
twitching with the vividness
of his dream. Karen smiles,
imagining the vast cosmos
that must exist in his mind.
Her hand continues its gentle
caress, her hand stroking his 
antennae in a calming pattern.
"Shh, Plankton, it's just a dream," 
she soothes.

His snoring starts again,
a soft, rhythmic sound that
fills the quiet. She 
smiles, her eyes still on
his peaceful form.

The world outside their
sanctuary seems to fade away,
its worries and noises muted by
the wall of their understanding.
Plankton's autism is a challenge,
but it's also a bridge that's brought
them closer, a shared secret
that only the two of them understand.

As Plankton sleeps, Karen's phone
vibrates with a text from her friend,
Hanna. "Dinner tonite?"

Her thumb hovers over the
keyboard, debating. Plankton's
diagnosis is still fresh, the
memory of his seizure a stark
reminder of the fragility of his
newly understood world. But she
knows the importance of keeping
up appearances, of not letting fear
or pity define them. With a sigh,
she texts back, "We'd love to. Your
place."

The evening stretches before them
like a tightrope, a delicate balance
between Plankton's needs and the
social norms that often feel
like a prison for him. Karen's mind
whirs with strategies to make it work.
A quiet place, familiar faces, a set
schedule. These are the keys
to a successful outing.

Gently, she shakes him awake,
her touch as light as a seashell
on the shore. Plankton's antennae
twitch, his eye fluttering open.
He looks up at her with sleepy
confusion, the world still a blur.
"Dinner with Hanna," she says,
keeping her voice low and soothing.
He nods, his body already tensing
in anticipation of the sensory
bombardment to come.

The car ride is a symphony of
preparation, the engine's hum a
soothing background to their
silent conversation. Karen's eyes
are on the road, but her mind is
on Plankton, his hands fidgeting
in his lap. She knows the world
outside is a minefield of sounds
and sensations, so she keeps
the radio off and the windows
up, creating a bubble of quiet
around them.

Plankton's breathing is shallow,
his antennae twitching with
each passing car. Karen reaches
over to squeeze his hand,
a silent reminder that she's
there. He looks at her, his eye
filled with a mix of fear
and gratitude. She smiles,
the warmth of her gaze a lifeline
in the chaos. "We're almost
there," she says, her voice a gentle
wave lapping at the shore.

They arrive at Hanna's house,
a beacon of light in the
deep blue sea of the night.
The door opens, revealing a
whirlwind of laughter and chatter,
the smell of garlic bread and
seafood stew wafting out. Karen
takes a deep breath, steeling
herself for the evening ahead. 

Plankton's antennae quiver,
his eye wide at the unfiltered stimulation.
Hanna, oblivious to their new
dynamic, waves them in with a
cheerful smile. "You're just in time!"
she exclaims, her voice a trumpet
in the quietude of Plankton's mind.

Karen's hand tightens around
his, a silent reassurance as
the door closes, the sound
a thunderclap in his ears.
The house is a cacophony of
sounds and smells, a whirlpool
of sensory information threatening
to pull him under. He gulps,
his breathing shallow, his body
braced for the inevitable.

Hanna, their friend, is a whirlwind
of energy, her eyes sparkling
like the ocean's surface. She doesn't
notice the tension in Plankton's
body, the way he flinches at her
excited exclamations. She doesn't
see the way his antennae twitch,
his mind racing to keep up.

But Karen does. She's his
lifeline in this tumultuous sea
of social interactions. She nods,
smiling, as Hanna leads them
to the dinner table, her hand
squeezing Plankton's in silent
support. The room is a kaleidoscope
of colors, the clatter of silverware
and laughter a symphony of
overwhelming sound. Karen's eyes
dance over the room, noting
each potential trigger.

"Hey, ladies; meet Karen and Plankton!"
Hanna's enthusiastic introduction
was like a tidal wave crashing over
the quiet bubble they'd been in. Plankton
flinched, his antennae retreating like
snails into their shells. Karen offered a
forced smile, her eyes darting around
the room, searching for an anchor.
The dinner table was set with a
rainbow of plates and bowls, the smell
of garlic bread and seafood stew
overwhelming. Hanna's home was
a sensory minefield, but Karen was
determined to navigate it with grace.
Plankton's hand was cold in hers,
a silent plea for rescue.
As they sit, Karen scans the
table, noticing the flickering
candles, the glint of silverware,
and the clinking of glasses. Each
detail a potential trigger. She
whispers into Plankton's ear,
"Remember, if you need to, just tell me."
He nods, his antennae tucking
closer to his head. 

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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 6


(Neurodivergent author)



The conversation turns to
their favorite food, and Plankton's
face lights up briefly. "Jellyfish,"
he murmurs, his voice lost in the
noise. Hanna's friends look at him,
puzzled by his quiet confidence.
One of them, Patricia, leans in,
her hand patting Plankton's
back. "That's cool, buddy," she says,
her voice booming. Plankton's body
stiffens, his eye blinking rapidly.

Karen feels his discomfort
like a physical force, a tightening
of the air around them. She
interjects gently, guiding the
conversation away from food,
his favorite topic now a minefield
of potential stress. "So, what
have you all been up to?" she asks,
her voice a lifebuoy in the storm.

Hanna's friends chatter away,
their voices a symphony of laughter
and good cheer. Plankton sits
stiffly, his antennae folded inward
like a turtle's shell. Karen watches him,
ready to jump in if the conversation
starts to spiral. "I went on a
deep-sea dive last week!" exclaims one,
his words a sonic boom to Plankton.
"Ya ever been diving b'fore?"

Karen nods at the storyteller,
interjecting gently. "Plankton's not
much of a swimmer," she says, her voice
a gentle current. "But he loves the
thought of exploring the deep sea."
Her words are a shield, deflecting
the spotlight from his discomfort.

Hanna's friends nod, their smiles
dimming slightly in understanding.
Patricia leans in, her eyes
full of genuine affection. "Aww, Plankton,
you're such a character!" she says,
lightly cupping his cheek and invading
his personal space.

The contact is too much for him.
His body jerks back, antennae stiffening,
his eye wide with panic.

Patricia's hand falls away, her
expression one of shock and confusion.
Karen's heart skips a beat,
but she's ready for this. She's studied,
prepared. "It's ok," she says,
her voice a lighthouse beam in the
sensory storm. "Plankton just needs his space."

The room goes quiet, the waves
of conversation receding like a tide.
They all look at him, their eyes
full of concern, their smiles
now tentative. Plankton's antennae
twitch, his body still tense.

Hanna quickly asks, "Is he just tired?"
The lie hangs in the air like a
bubble waiting to pop. Karen's
face tightens, but she nods, playing
along. "Long week," she adds, her voice
as smooth as a polished pebble.

Plankton's gaze locks onto his
hands, his fingers twisting
together like seaweed in a
current. The pressure builds,
each laugh a wave pushing
against the dam of his anxiety.
But Karen is there, her hand
on his back, a gentle reminder
that he's not alone.

The meal is a dance of
flavors and sounds, each bite
of stew a step closer to the
edge of his comfort zone.
Plankton's eye dart around the
table, the conversations swirling
like the soup in his bowl.

Hanna's enthusiastic friends
keep glancing over. They mean well,
but their affection feels like a
wave crashing over him, leaving
his nerves exposed and raw.

The clatter of silverware
and the hum of conversation
form a wall of sound, trapping
his thoughts. He takes a deep
breath, trying to find the
calm in the chaos. Karen's hand
on his back is a comfort,
her touch a gentle reminder
that she's there to help him.

The meal stretches on, each
bite a small victory in the face
of overwhelming stimulation.
Karen's eyes never leave him,
scanning for signs of distress.
She's his compass in a stormy
sea, guiding him through the
unpredictable currents of social
interaction.

As dessert arrives, the chatter
grows louder, the laughter more
boisterous. The candles flicker,
casting a dizzying array of
shadows across the table. Plankton's
hands shake as he lifts his spoon.

Hanna, noticing his discomfort,
reaches out to pat his back. "You okay,
buddy?" she asks, yet her touch
unintentionally sends a shockwave
through Plankton's body.

"Just a little overwhelmed,"
he murmurs, his antennae retreating
even further. Karen's grip on his hand
tightens, her eyes a beacon of calm
in the storm. She whispers, "You're doing
so well, Plankton," her voice a lullaby
against the clamor of the room.

But Patricia, not quite tuned in to
his distress, leans in with a
boisterous laugh, her hand landing
on Plankton's shoulder. The room
spins around him, a tornado of
colors and sounds. "You're just
so cute when you're shy!" she says,
squeezing his cheek. And that's
what did it.

With a gasp, Plankton's body
shudders, a seizure starting to
inevitably take hold. This is
his second meltdown since
the diagnosis, Karen knew.
She gently helps Plankton to the
floor, his body convulsing. Hanna's
friends hover, their faces a canvas
of confusion and fear.

"Everyone, stay calm," Karen
instructs, her voice steady despite
the chaos in her heart. "Give us
some space." She turns her
attention to Plankton, her hands
guiding his body into a safe position.
The room's energy shifts.

Hanna's friends look on, their
laughter replaced by concern.
Patricia's face is a picture of horror.
"PLANKTON‽"

Karen's voice is a lighthouse
beacon in the chaos. "Everyone,
stay back," she says firmly. "He'll be
okay." Her eyes never leave
Plankton's contorted form,
fear and determination melding
into one fierce gaze.

The room goes still, the laughter
choked off like a switch. Hanna's
friends stare, their smiles frozen
like icebergs in the face of
his distress. Karen whispers to him,
her voice a gentle wave. "You're okay,
just breathe." Her hand is on his
forehead, her touch cool and calming.

The seizure subsides, leaving him
limp and panting on the floor,
his antennae drooping like tired
leaves. Karen's heart is racing,
but she forces her voice to be
soothing, her eyes never leaving
his. "It's okay," she repeats,
her mantra a lifeboat in the storm.

Hanna's friends hover, their faces
a canvas of shock and concern.
Patricia's hand is still hovering,
her smile gone, replaced by
a look of horror. "What happened?"
she stammers, her eyes wide with fear.

"It's okay," Karen repeats, her voice
a gentle tide, washing over the
silence. "Plankton just had a
little...mishap."

Hanna's friends exchange worried
glances, their smiles nowhere to be seen.
The room feels colder, the warmth
of their laughter long gone.

Plankton finally opens his eye, the 
room swimming back into focus,
still twitching with the aftermath.

Hanna's friends hover, their faces
painted with confusion and concern.

"It's okay," Karen says, her voice
a soft breeze in the storm. "Plankton
just needs some space."

Patricia nods, her smile fading
like a sunset. "I'm so sorry,"
she says, inching closer.

"He's just a little sensitive,"
Karen explains, her voice a lifeline
in the awkward silence. 

Patricia's face falls, the horror
of her mistake written clearly.
"I had no idea," she whispers,
her voice a leaf fluttering
in the breeze of their new reality.

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SWEET CWEAM pt. 6

Plankton's eye 
widen with 
realization, his 
memory a jigsaw 
puzzle with a few 
missing pieces. "Yeth-terday?" 
he asks, his voice 
scratchy with sleep.

Karen nods, 
her smile gentle. 
"You had surgery 
yesterday. You're 
recovering now.
Remember?"

Plankton's mind 
fumbles with the 
memory, like a 
kite caught in a 
storm. "I... I think so," 
he murmurs. “But what
happened after?”

Karen's smile 
doesn't falter. "You don't 
remember?" she asks, 
a hint of mischief 
creeping in.

Plankton's 
expression clouds with 
concern, his eye
searching hers for 
an answer. "What... what 
did I do?" His voice is 
a worried whisper, 
each word a struggle.

Karen's mirth 
evaporates, replaced 
with understanding. 
"You don't remember?"
she asks gently, 
sitting on the edge 
of the couch. "You had 
a bit of a... loopy 
afternoon."

Plankton's gaze 
is a mix of confusion 
and alarm. "Loopy?"
he repeats, his voice 
weak. "What do you 
mean, loopy?" He
demands, embarrassed.

Karen's smile 
returns, her eyes 
twinkling with 
amusement. "Well," she 
says, her voice a 
soothing melody. "You 
were a bit... out of it. 
You had a bit of fun 
with the anesthesia."

Plankton's face 
twists with 
embarrassment, his 
hand moving to cover 
his mouth. "Oh no," he 
whispers, his voice 
barely a breath. "What did I 
say?" His mind races 
with the potential 
humiliation.

Karen laughs. "Don't 
worry, you were just 
a little out of it 
from the anesthesia," she 
reassures him, her 
touch gentle as she 
adjusts his pillows. 
"But I recorded some 
of it," she adds, 
mischief sparkling in 
her screen.

Plankton's 
eye widens in 
horror. "Don't tell me 
I said anything... foolish," 
he pleads, his voice 
weak and thready.

Karen's laughter 
fills the room. "Oh, 
Plankton," she says, 
her voice warm and 
loving. "You were 
just a bit... confused.
Wanna see?" She hit
the play button.
The TV screen flickers 
to life, and Plankton's 
face fills the frame.
He's drooling heavily, 
his expression a mix 
of wonder and bewilderment. 
Sponge Bob sits 
across from him.

"I frew," Plankton says 
on the recording, his 
eye wide with 
disbelief. "Wike a 
birdie!"

Plankton's face 
on the couch is
surprised. “Why’s 
Sponge Bob…”
He started, but trails
off as the video
continues.

On the TV, a 
slurred version of 
his voice says, 
“They goth me all 
sleeby and thewe I wath 
flipping and twirling in 
the wathah!”

"Oh no," he whispers
from the couch. “I
never…” Plankton
stops as he sees himself
on the screen lean closer
to Sponge Bob.

His heart races as
his slurred words
spill out. "I luv to
thee youw," he says
to Sponge Bob, 
his face a picture of
drunken affection and
drool. 
“You love to see me?”
“Of couth, Squishy! Youw
my bestest fwiend evar!”

Plankton on the couch
is speechless. His cheeks
burn with embarrassment
as he watches himself 
on screen, spoon
wobbling, drooling, and
spilling ice cream. The 
slurred words of love 
and friendship to Sponge
Bob echo through the room,
each syllable a cringe-
worthy reminder of his
drug-induced confession
that he kept to himself, even
from Karen.

“Sweet Squishy. Ith time for
nap?” “Let’s get you to the
couch.” And the video ends
after he snores.

Plankton’s cheeks are a
blaze of mortification.
“You’re teasing me, right?”
he asks, his voice hopeful
despite the evidence on the
screen.

Karen’s laughter is 
like a warm embrace. “No,
Plankton, you really said
that,” she says, her screen
twinkling. “But it’s okay,
people say silly things
when they’re coming out of
anesthesia. It’s part of the
experience!”

Plankton groans, 
his face buried in his
hands. The humiliation
burns hotter than the pain
in his mouth. “How could I
have said that?” he mumbles
into his palms.

Karen laughs, 
the sound a gentle 
ripple in the quiet 
room. “It’s okay, 
Plankton. It was just 
the medicine talking.
You don’t remember?”

He lifts his 
head slowly, 
his cheeks still 
blazing with 
embarrassment. “No,” 
he mumbles, his 
voice muffled by 
his hands. “But I can’t 
believe I said that 
to Sponge Bob! You
think I’d willingly…”

Karen laughs, 
her eyes shining with 
affection. “It’s okay, 
Plankton. It’s all part 
of the fun of 
wisdom teeth surgery!”

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TEETHIES i

Karen watched as the dentist's thumb depressed the plunger, sending the anesthesia into her husband's system. Plankton's eyelid fluttered, and his body grew slack as his eye rolls back in is socket.

"It's ok," she whispered, taking his hand in hers. "It'll all be over soon."

The doctor nodded, satisfied with the effectiveness of the anesthesia. Plankton's quiet snoring deep and even, his eye fully closed, and the tightness around his mouth relaxed. Her hand remained tight around his, her thumb tracing comforting circles on his palm, as if she could somehow transmit her strength to him through their touch. Plankton's hand grew heavy in hers, but she didn't let go. Instead, she squeezed it gently, willing him to feel her presence even in his state.

The doctor followed her gaze, giving Karen a brief nod before turning his attention back to the open mouth of her husband. Plankton's grip on her hand tightened, even in sleep, and she gave a gentle squeeze back. Karen's gaze flitted between her husband's serene face and the crimson-stained cloths being replaced with alarming regularity. Plankton's chest rose and fell rhythmically, a testament to the anesthesia's hold on him. Karen focused on that rhythm; despite the chaos of the surgery, he was still with her.

"We're almost done," he said. "We'll just clean up the site and close the incisions."

Karen watched as the nurse handed the doctor sutures and gauze. The sight of her husband's mouth, swollen and filled with cotton, brought a fresh wave of anxiety. She squeezed his hand again, willing him to come back to her, to wake up and smile and tell her that it was all over. The doctor's movements grew more methodical as he worked, sewing up the small wounds steady. 

The nurse cleaned Plankton's face, wiping away the crimson smears with a gentle touch. "Everything went well," he said, his voice a balm to her frazzled nerves. "The anesthesia will wear off in about an hour. We'll keep him here for a bit to monitor his vitals, but you can stay."

Karen nodded. The nurse began to wheel him out of the surgical suite, and she followed, her hand still clutching his. In the recovery room, she sat by his side, watching, the monitors beeping in a comforting rhythm.

The nurse checked his vitals. She reached out tentatively, brushing a stray antenna.

The nurse nodded. "He'll be waking up soon," she murmured. "You can talk to him, if you'd like."

Karen leaned in closer to Plankton, her voice a soft whisper. "You did it," she said, voice cracking slightly. "It's all over now." She paused, her thumb still tracing circles on his palm. She talked to him as if he were awake. "I know," she continued. "But you're strong. You've always been a strong one. I'll be here, I promise. I'll always be there." A small, sad smile played on her screen, Plankton none the wiser in his sleep.

"But we're going to get through this, I know we are."

Plankton's eyebrow furrowing for a moment, Karen thought he might wake up. But his breathing remained deep and even, his body unresponsive to her words. She leaned in closer. "I know you're in there," she murmured. "I know you can feel me." Remember the time you tried to build a giant robot to get the recipe?"

She searched his face for any sign of recognition, any flicker of understanding. But he remained still, lost in the depths of anesthesia-induced sleep. "You're going to be ok," she assured him, her voice a gentle caress. "We'll go back to our lives, to our little chum bucket of a home."

The nurse checked the monitors and made notes before looking up at Karen. "You can sit with him as long as you like," she said kindly. "Just make sure not to disturb the dressings."

"You're going to be ok," she whispered, her voice a gentle lullaby in the otherwise silent room. "You're going to wake up and everything will be better."

A trickle of drool began to form at the corner of Plankton's mouth, snaking down his cheek. Karen reached for a tissue, carefully dabbing at the drool without disturbing the surgical dressings, a testament to the depth of his unconsciousness, a sign that his body was working to heal itself even as he slept. She found a strange comfort in the mundane task, a reminder that even in the face of surgery and pain, Plankton was still her Plankton, the one who drooled in his sleep when particularly tired.

The drool grew more persistent, and Karen used the edge of the bed to lift his head slightly, placing a fresh pillow under it to keep him comfortable. The nurse nodded approvingly before checking the flow of fluids from the IV. "It's normal," she assured Karen. "His body is just reacting."

Karen felt the weight of not knowing if everything would be okay once Plankton woke up. Would he be in pain? Would he remember her? Would he be the same? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of doubt and hope, a tumultuous sea that threatened to pull her under.

But she remained steadfast, her hand never leaving his. She talked to him, sharing stories of their adventures and their future plans, painting a picture of the life they would have once he was well. The nurse moved quietly around the room, giving them space, but Karen could feel her presence, a comforting presence that reminded her she wasn't alone.

As the minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew less artificial, more like the easy breaths of sleep. His face began to lose the slackness that the anesthesia had imparted.

She searched for any hint of consciousness, and she thought she saw a flicker behind his closed eyelid. "Plankton?" she whispered, leaning in closer. "Can you hear me?"

A low groan was his only response, and she felt his hand tighten around hers. The nurse stepped closer, checking the monitors once more. "He's coming around," she said. "Give him a few minutes, and he'll be back with us."

"I'm here," she murmured, her voice a gentle hum in the quiet room. "You're ok."

The nurse had left, and the only sounds were the rhythmic beeps of the monitors. She took the cloth from the bedside table and gently wiped the remaining drool from Plankton. His grip on her hand grew stronger, and she felt his fingers twitch.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the sterile air. "You're ok, Plankton. The surgery is over." She didn't want to startle him, so she kept her voice low, her eyes focused on his. "You're in the recovery room now."

His eyelid fluttered, and Karen felt a surge of hope. The nurse had warned her that he might be groggy, that the anesthesia could take a while to wear off completely. But she had to keep talking to him, to keep him grounded. "You were so brave," she whispered, her thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. "The bravest little plankton I know."

The hand in hers grew heavier as Plankton's grip tightened, and she knew he was slowly coming back to her. His eye remained closed, but the tension in his face began to change. She watched as his cheek muscles relaxed, the furrow in his brow smoothed out. The nurse had told her first moments after waking up could be disorienting, so she kept her voice calm and steady. "You're in the hospital," she said, her voice a lifeline. "You had your teeth taken out." The room was a blur of beeps and machines, but all she saw was Plankton, her entire world reduced to the man she had promised to take care of.

As minutes ticked by, Plankton's breathing grew stronger, and she watched as his eyelid began to twitch. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a soft coo. "You're doing great." His hand squeezed hers in response, and she felt a jolt of hope surge through her.

With a final, deep inhale, Plankton's eye cracked open, swimming in a sea of confusion. His gaze found hers, and she offered him a gentle smile. "Hey," she said, her voice a warm embrace. "You made it."

His eyelid fluttered, the weight of sleep and anesthesia still heavy upon him. "Karen?" he croaked, his voice a confused whisper.

"Yes, I'm here," she said, her voice a gentle lullaby. She squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip as he surfaced from unconsciousness. "You did so well, Plankton."

With painstaking care, she reached for the cup of water the nurse left by the bed. "Do you want some water?" she asked, holding it to his lips. His eye searched hers, took a sip, swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving with the effort. "Take it slow," she advised, her voice soothing.

As the moments passed, Plankton's grip on her hand grew stronger. He took another sip of water and then shifted slightly in the bed, his body trying to adjust to the sudden return of sensation. Karen's heart felt as though it would burst with love and relief as she watched him come back to her. "I'm here," she repeated, her voice a constant in the shifting tides of his consciousness.

The nurse returned, checking the monitors once more before looking at Plankton with a smile. "Welcome back," she said cheerfully. "How are you?"

Plankton's voice was hoarse, but he managed to croak out a response. "Tiwed," he murmured, eye sliding shut again. "That's normal," she said. "He'll be sleepy for a bit, but we'll keep an eye on him."

The nurse dimmed the lights and adjusted the bed, giving Plankton's body a chance to recover from the surgery. 

Gently, she began to hum a tune she knew Plankton loved, a lullaby from their early days together when they had nothing but their dreams and each other. The melody filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. His breathing grew a little easier, the tension in his hand loosening slightly. It was a small victory, but one she cherished deeply.

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"Karen's going to love the surprise," 
Sandy murmured to herself.

Sandy had spent hours the previous 
night crafting the perfect surprise for her 
friend, Karen.

It’s a game, and she thought about the delight.

As Sandy approached, the anticipation grew. She felt her heartrate spike, her hand curling around the doorknob.

The door swung open with a gentle creak, and there was Karen. "Sandy!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend in a warm embrace. “Come on in!”

They moved into the living room.
"Ready for the surprise?" Sandy whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Karen nodded, curiosity piqued.

Sandy pulled out the game called "Whimsical Wonders," and it promised an adventure filled with puzzles, riddles, and laughter. She had picked it out especially for Karen, who loved nothing more than a good brain teaser.

Plankton, Karen's husband, wanders in.

"Sandy made a new game!" Karen says, her voice filled with excitement.

"Oh really?" Plankton says.

Sandy nods eagerly, setting the game board on the coffee table. 
"This looks amazing!" Karen says, lighting up.

"Let's get started!" Sandy says, her voice brimming with excitement.

The two friends eagerly begin setting up the game. As they place the pieces, their laughter fills the air, mingling with the occasional squeal of excitement.

Plankton, however, watches from the armchair with a furrowed brow, the cacophony of sounds and the flurry of activity around the game table gradually weighing on him. His senses, heightened by the sudden influx of stimuli, start to overwhelm him.

Sandy rolls the dice and her voice cracks with excitement as she announces her first move.

"I'll take the unicorn path!" she exclaims, moving her piece with a flourish. The room seems to vibrate with her enthusiasm, the very air charged with it. But amidst the excitement, Plankton's eye starts to glaze over. 
Karen, caught up in the moment, doesn't notice the change in Plankton's demeanor yet.

Sandy, lost in the thrill of setting the stage for their adventure, doesn't pick up on Plankton's distress.

"Your turn, Karen!" Sandy suddenly squeals.

Karen looks up from her piece and sees Plankton's eye now glazed over, his body completely still. "Plankton?" she asks tentatively, her smile faltering; the sensory overload from the game is becoming too much for Plankton, who grows overwhelmed and unresponsive from his armchair.

"You ok?" Sandy says, turning to him, her voice still filled with the energy of the game.

But Plankton doesn't respond. His eye remains unfocused, vacant, his body rigid.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her smile fading as she notices Plankton's unresponsive state.

Karen lowers her voice to a whisper, "It's like he zones out for a bit."

Sandy's eyes widen with concern, and she immediately sets down the game piece. "Huh?"

Karen nods reassuringly, "He'll be fine in a minute." She gently pats Plankton's hand, her voice calm and soothing. "It happens sometimes when things get too... much for him. This happens sometimes when he's overstimulated."

Sandy's heart skips a beat. Plankton's face remained slack, eye staring into the middle distance, unblinking.

"It's ok," Karen whispers, voice steady, "Just give him some space."

Sandy nods, her excitement replaced with concern. She's never seen Plankton like this before. She watches as Karen gently strokes Plankton's arm.

"It's ok," Karen repeats, her voice a gentle lullaby. "These happen when there's too much going on, too much to take in."

Sandy nods, eyes never leaving Plankton's frozen form. She feels a twinge of guilt for not realizing sooner that something was amiss. She had been so caught up in excitement of the game, she didn't notice signs of distress.

Moving closer to the chair where Plankton sat, she tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder like the way Karen is doing, but Karen stops her.

"Let me," she says gently, never leaving her husband. "I know his triggers."

Sandy nods. She withdraws, giving space.

"I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know."

Karen nods, never leaving Plankton. "It's ok. We manage. It's part of his…
condition."

Sandy watches as Karen's gentle touch seems to bring him back to reality. Plankton blinks.

"Plankton?" Karen whispers.

Slowly, his gaze refocuses on her. He looks around the room, momentarily disoriented before his eye land on the game spread out on the table. He looks back at Karen, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

"What happened?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

"You had a little episode," Karen says, her voice still calm. She helps him to his feet. "But you're ok now."

Sandy's eyes dart between the two of them, feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment of care. She clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we should... postpone the game?"

But as Plankton's gaze locks onto hers, she sees the anger in his eye, raw and unbridled. "You did this," he says accusingly, voice tight with frustration.

Sandy takes a step back. "I didn't mean to," she stammers, her hands rising defensively.

"You didn't mean to?" Plankton echoes, his voice rising. "You come in, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your loud games and expectations, and you don't think about how it might affect me?"

Sandy's eyes widen with shock and guilt as she takes another step back. "I-I'm sorry, Plankton," she stammers. "I didn't know it would—"

"Of course you didn't," Plankton 
interrupts, filled with bitterness.

Sandy's heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you," she says, her voice small and apologetic.

Karen's grip on Plankton's arm tightens, a silent plea for calm, but the words have been said. The air feels thick with tension, the joyous anticipation of the game forgotten. Sandy's eyes fill with tears, her heart racing.
"Plankton, please," she says, her voice shaking. "It’s not my fault. I'd never want to hurt you."

"It's what you want, isn't it?" Plankton snaps, pushing away from her.

"That's not true," Sandy protests, her own voice rising in defense. "I just wanted to have some fun."

Karen's screen darts between them, a silent plea for peace. But Plankton's anger is a storm that can't be quieted so easily.

"You think it's fun for me?" he yells, his voice cracking with frustration. "To sit here and watch you live life without a care while I'm stuck in my own head, unable to keep up?"

Sandy flinches, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. She never thought about it that way before. "I just wanted to help," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

"Help?" Plankton scoffs. "How is bringing this... this... chaos into our lives supposed to help?" He gestures at the game, his hand shaking with anger.

Sandy feels the heat rising in her own cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and anger at being misunderstood.

"It's not chaos, it's just a game," she says, her voice firm despite the tremor.

"To you, maybe," Plankton says, his words laced with venom. "But to me, it's just another thing that's too much to handle. Too loud, colorful, too... everything."

Sandy feels her own anger flare up, the hurt of his accusations stinging deep. "You don't know what you're talking about," she says, her voice rising to match his.

"Oh, don't I?" Plankton counters, eye flashing. "You think you can just waltz in and ignore my needs because you're so focused on your own fun?"

Sandy feels a mix of indignation and regret. "That's not fair," she protests, cracking. "You know I didn't mean to—"

But Plankton isn't listening. He's in the throes of anger now, voice rising. "Fair?! 
You have no idea what fair is," he says, eye flashing. "You don't have to deal with the constant bombardment of sounds and lights and emotions!"

Sandy's own frustration boils over. "Well maybe if you try to understand, we could—"

"Understand?" Plankton cuts her off, his voice now a roar. "How can you possibly understand?"

Sandy's eyes flash with indignation. "You're not the only one with problems!" she shoots back.

"You think I don't know?" Plankton retorts. "Everyone has their struggles, but you don't get to barge in here and make them about you!"

"It wasn't about me!" Sandy exclaims, her voice shaking. "I just wanted to do something nice.."

"What about the fact that your 'nice' thing almost sent me into a full-blown seizure?"

Sandy's eyes flash with anger now, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

"You know what, Plankton? You're right, I don't understand," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "But maybe if you weren't so focused on being the center of attention with your 'poor me' routine, you could see I'm just trying to be a good friend!"

Plankton's eye widen in shock at her outburst as he processes her words.

"You think this is about attention?" he says, his voice incredulous. "It's about trying to find a way to exist in a world that's too much for me!"

Sandy's eyes fill with tears of frustration as she glares at Plankton. "And what? I'm not allowed to live because it's too much for you?" she yells back, the words cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

"I can't help that I'm not BROKEN like You!" Sandy says before realizing it with regret.

Karen's pixelated eyes widen in horror.

"Sandy," she says, her voice a warning whisper.

But too late. The damage is done. A tear traces a path down his cheek. His eye, once full of anger, brims with hurt. He takes a step back.

"Broken," he whispers, the word echoing in the tense silence of the room.

Plankton's body sags, his anger dissipating like a popped balloon, leaving only pain in its wake. His eye glisten with unshed tears.

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Plankton's body sags, anger dissipating. 
His eye glisten with tears. 

"Broken," he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, the word a knife to his soul. He shakes his head and turns, unable to face the person who so casually tossed it at him.

"Plankton," Karen says, her voice strained, but he's already retreating.

Shoulders hunched, Plankton turns and strides out of the room, footsteps heavy and deliberate. The door to the bedroom slams shut behind him, the echo of sobs resonating through.

Sandy and Karen are left standing in the living room, the air thick with unspoken words and unshed tears.

"I didn't mean it like, I cannot believe I just, I’m sorry," Sandy says, voice shaky. She looks at her friend, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I..."

Karen's gaze is steely. "You need to understand," she says firmly, voice trembling with weight. "Plankton was born with a neurodivergent condition."

Sandy's eyes widen. "What?" she whispers.

Karen nods solemnly. "Plankton's mother was in a car accident when pregnant with him."

Sandy's eyes widen in horror. "I had no idea," she whispers.

Karen nods, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "After, doctors saw Plankton's brain developing differently," she explains, her voice tight with emotion. "He's incredibly sensitive to stimulation—sounds, lights; strong emotions, like just now, can overwhelm him."

"That's why he gets these... episodes?" Sandy asks.

Karen nods, voice barely above a whisper. "It caused damage to the part of his brain that processes stimuli 
during development," she explains. "It's like his brain's volume knob is stuck on high. Everything's just too much for him sometimes."

Sandy's mind races. "So that's why..."

"Yes," Karen says, voice heavy. "It's not something he can just turn off, or ignore."

Sandy nods slowly, aching for her friend's husband. She had always known Plankton as a bit of an introvert, but never thought it was mostly because of something like this.

Karen's sad, but firm. "It's not your fault for not knowing," she says. "But you have to be mindful."

Sandy nods, throat tight. "I do," she whispers with regret.

Together, they make their way to the bedroom, the game forgotten in the wake of Plankton's pain.

Karen's hand is a gentle guide on Sandy's arm as they tiptoe, steeling herself for what might be on the other side. She opens it slowly, the hinges whispering in protest.

The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn, and Plankton is there, lying on the bed, his eye closed. The anger and frustration that had etched lines into his face moments ago are now eased by sleep. His chest rises and falls with rhythm of breathing, the only sound in the room.

Sandy feels a pang of guilt as she looks at him. She had never meant to cause pain, never intended to make life more difficult. She just wanted to bring a little joy, whimsy into their lives; instead, she had unleashed a storm.

Karen's hand tightens around Sandy's arm, a silent reminder of the unspoken bond between them.

"Let him rest," Karen murmurs.

Sandy nods.

"Give him space," Karen says gently. "He needs to recover."

Sandy nods, gaze lingering on Plankton's face, features now in sleep. She feels a pang of guilt, knowing she was the cause of distress.

They retreat to the living room. Karen sighs heavily, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resignation.

"Why didn't you tell?"

Karen sighs. "It's not something we talk about," she says softly. "Plankton's been self-conscious about it."

"I didn't mean to make things worse," Sandy says with remorse.

"I know, yet you have to understand, Plankton's condition is part of him. It's not something that can be fixed with a band-aid; his brain damage is irreversible."

"I'll talk to him when he wakes up," she says, her voice a mix of determination and sorrow. "I want to make it right."

Karen squeezes her hand, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "But let him come to you. He needs time."

Sandy feels the weight of her mistake heavily. 

"Part of Plankton's condition includes mood swings," Karen explains softly. "When overstimulated, it's like a dam breaks. It just floods."

Sandy's heart squeezes with understanding and regret. "I didn't know," she whispers, eyes filling with tears. "I never meant to—"

"It's ok," Karen interrupts gently, her voice soothing. "But it's not just about the game. Plankton's condition makes it hard for him to handle sudden changes or unexpected situations."

Sandy nods, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I didn't realize," she says, her voice thick with guilt. "I just..."

Karen squeezes her hand. "It's alright," she says, her voice calm and soothing. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, it's important to stay calm around him."

Sandy nods, eyes wide with the realization. "How do I make sure not make things worse?"

Karen looks at her with a mix of affection and weariness. "You just need to be patient and understanding," she says. "Let him know you're there for him, without pushing."

Sandy nods. Finally, Plankton emerges from the bedroom, eye red-rimmed. He looks at them both, his gaze uncertain, and then to the game.

Sandy's heart clenches as she watches him.

Plankton's gaze lingers on the game for a moment before he looks at them, his expression unreadable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin everything."

Sandy's heart breaks at his words. "You didn't ruin," she says quickly, filled with compassion. "I should have been more considerate."

Plankton looks at her, still guarded. "I just want to be normal but I just can't handle it, like you said I’m broken.."

Sandy feels her heart ache at his words, the pain in his voice resonating deep within. She shakes her head, her own eyes now filled with tears. "You're not broken," she says fiercely. "You're just... different. And that's ok. I’m sorry."

Karen moves to Plankton's side, wrapping her arms around him in a gentle embrace. "You are more than ok," she whispers. "You're perfect, just the way you are."

Sandy watches them, feeling the depth. "I didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "You're not broken, you're just... you. I know that now."

Plankton nods, his mind a tumult of thoughts. "But it's hard to hear."

"I'll be more careful," she promises, her voice sincere. "I don't want to make you feel like that again."

"You didn't know," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "But it's important that you do now."

"I do know," she says, her voice firm. "And I'll make sure to be more mindful."

Karen squeezes Plankton's hand, filled with love and compassion. "We all have moments," she says gently. "What matters is we learn from them."

Sandy nods, gaze never leaving Plankton's. "I will," she says solemnly. "I promise."

Plankton's expression softens. "Thank you," he murmurs, the first signs of forgiveness seeping into his voice.

Karen's gaze shifts to Sandy, filled with a gentle resolve. "Don't be afraid to ask, next time," she says, a quiet command. "Don't assume you know what he can handle. Just talk to us, and we can tell you."

Sandy nods, feeling the weight of her friend's words. "I will," she says, voice a solemn promise. "I don't want to make him feel like that again."

The three of them stand in the living room, the game pieces on the table a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. Sandy takes a step closer to Plankton, her hand reaching out tentatively. He looks up at her, the anger and pain in his eye slowly being replaced with something resembling understanding.

"I'm sorry," she whispers again, hand hovering in the air between them. "I'll do better."

Karen nods with a mix of sadness and love. "We're all learning," she says, her voice a gentle reprimand. "But it's important that Plankton needs to be part of this conversation too."

Sandy swallows hard, her hand dropping to her side. "I'm sorry," she says again, looking down at her feet. "I didn't mean to make it about me."

Plankton nods slowly, eye still on the game board. "It's not," he says, quiet and measured. "It's about understanding 
limits."

Sandy nods, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just want to make sure you know that I'm here for you, for both of you, any time."

Karen gives her a sad smile, still on Plankton. "We know," she says softly. "But sometimes, the best thing you can do for Plankton is to just... let him be."

Sandy nods.

"I'll take it home," she says, her voice thick with regret. "I don't want it to be a reminder of what happened."

Karen nods, her gaze never leaving Sandy's. "Thank you," she whispers.

Sandy moves to the coffee table, her eyes on the game. She gathers the pieces, the bright colors seemingly dulled by the events of the evening. Each piece feels heavier than it should, as if carrying the weight of Plankton's pain.

"I'll put it away," she says, her voice quiet and remorseful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Plankton nods, his eye not leaving the game. "I know," he says, his voice still raw. "But you can play it with Karen on one of the Gal Pal nights out when I’m not around, like at your treedome."

Sandy nods, her eyes brimming with tears as she scoops the last of the game into the box. She closes it with a soft click and looks up at Karen. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "I'm just... I'm sorry."

Karen sighs, her gaze filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. "We all make mistakes, Sandy," she says gently. "What's important is that we learn from them."

Sandy nods, her eyes never leaving the game box. "I will," she whispers, her voice thick with regret. "I'll be more considerate next time."

Karen's gaze softens, and she squeezes Sandy's hand. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It means a lot."

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SWEET CWEAM pt. 3

The car ride home was 
a blur of sights and sounds 
that Plankton struggled to 
make sense of. The sun was 
bright, piercing through the 
numbness like a needle. 
He leaned his head 
against the cool glass of 
the window, watching the 
world slide by like a 
slow-moving painting.

"Muh face ith funny," 
he mumbled, poking at 
his cheek with a 
finger. The skin felt 
like it didn't belong to 
him, a puffy alien 
appendage attached to 
his face. Karen just 
smiled, her eyes on the 
road.

"You're just a bit 
swollen, Plankton. It'll 
go down soon," she 
soothed.

"Buh ith wobbly," he 
laughs. "Muh tongue 
feelth bith," he complained.

Karen's smile grew 
wider, her eyes 
never leaving the road. 
"It's the anesthesia, 
sweetie. It'll wear off."

Plankton's eye grew even 
wider at her words, 
his mouth moving in 
silent protest. "Ith not funny," 
he slurred, his voice a 
comical mix of indignation 
and innocence.

Karen couldn't 
help but laugh a 
little, the tension of 
the day finally easing. 
"I know, I know," she 
soothed, her eyes 
dancing with mirth. "But 
you're so cute when 
you're all sleepy and 
confused."

Plankton's eye 
narrowed, the 
childish innocence 
fading a touch. "Cuth?" 
he repeated, his voice 
a mix of hurt and 
indignance. "I'm not 
cuth. I'm in pwain," he 
whined, his words 
slurring together like 
wet paint.

Karen's laughter 
filled the car, a 
soothing balm to 
his bruised ego. "I know 
you are, Plankton," she 
said, her voice a warm 
caress. "But you're also 
really adorable."

Plankton pouted, 
his cheek pressing 
against the window. 
The cold glass felt 
good against his 
swollen skin. "I'm not 
thorable," he murmured.

Karen's laughter 
was a gentle melody 
that floated through 
the car, 
turning into their driveway. 
"You're not a baby. You're 
my brave husband."

Plankton's pout 
turned into a lopsided 
smile at the praise. 
"Thathks," he murmured. 
The garage door rumbled 
open, and Karen helped 
him into the Chum Bucket.

Once inside, the 
coolness of their 
living room washed 
over him like a wave. 
He looked around with 
fresh eyes, as if seeing 
their home for the 
first time. "Wook at the 
wawws," he said, 
stumbling over to 
them. "They'we so big."

Karen followed, 
shaking her head and 
smiling at his 
disjointed words. "Yes, 
dear, they're the same 
walls as always."

He looked at 
her with 
wonder, his 
thoughts racing like a 
child's. "Buth they'we 
nah alwaysth big," he 
insisted, his voice 
filled with awe.

Karen just 
smiled, leading 
him to the couch. 
"You're feeling a bit 
loopy from the 
medicine," she said, 
helping him sit down.

Plankton's eye 
lit up as he 
examined the 
cushions. "Theth awe 
soggy," he exclaimed, 
his voice filled with 
delight. Karen 
chuckled, helping him 
settle into the plush 
seat. The numbness 
was slowly receding, 
but his tongue remained a
traitor, tripping over 
every word. He looked 
around the room with 
fresh curiosity, his 
thoughts swirling like 
colored sugar in a 
cup of tea.

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"Plankton, look out!"

The warning echoed 
through the lab, too 
late to prevent the 
calamity. Sheldon 
Plankton, the infamous 
villain and tiny proprietor 
of the Chum Bucket, 
had been so absorbed in 
his latest contraption that 
he never saw it coming. 
A miscalculation, a misstep 
and a metal clank as the 
heavy contraption toppled 
over. The world around him 
spun into a kaleidoscope of 
color, and with a sickening 
crack, everything went dark.

Panic gripped Karen, 
his loyal sidekick and 
wife. She rushed to his side, 
his body sprawled unnaturally 
beneath the twisted metal. 
She reached out to gently 
shake him. "Plankton!" she 
shouted, her voice piercing 
the quiet.

His eye remained 
closed, unresponsive to 
her touch or her cries.

Karen's panic grew, 
her mind racing through 
possible scenarios.
What if he's seriously hurt?
What if this is the end?

She buckled him in the car
to take him to the Bikini
Bottom Hospital. She held
his hand and drove.

"Plankton, please wake up,"
she murmured, her voice
shaking.
"You've got to be okay,"
Karen continued, her voice
strained. "We still have so
much to do. So much to steal
from the Krabby Patty
secret formula. So much to
prove to Mr. Krabs."

But Plankton lay there,
motionless. The silence was
deafening, broken only by the
hum of the car engine and
the occasional splash from
the wet streets of Bikini
Bottom. Karen's thoughts
spiraled, her usual confidence
in his invincibility shattered.

"Remember when we first
met?" she began, her voice
soft. "You had the biggest
dreams. You said we'd rule
the ocean one day." She
managed a weak laugh, but it
sounded forced, even to her.
Her grip on his hand tightened.

"You swore we'd crack that
Krabby Patty formula," she
continued. "We've
come so close so many times,
and each failure just made
you more determined."

Her voice grew stronger, the
memories fueling her words.
"Do you remember the first
time we tried to sneak into
the Krusty Krab?" she asked,
a hint of nostalgia in her tone.
"You had that ridiculous
disguise?" Despite the dire
situation, she couldn't help but
smile at the memory. "We've
been through so much since
then, Plankton. You've
always found a way to bounce
back, no matter how crazy
the plan or how dire the
outcome."
But Plankton remained still.

"We can't give up now," she
whispered, her voice trembling.

The hospital's cold lights
flickered above them as they
waited for the doctor. The
beeping of machines and the
hushed whispers of nurses
filled the room, but Karen's
thoughts drowned it all out.

The doctor, a stern-looking
fish with spectacles,
entered the room, holding a
clipboard. "Mrs. Plankton," he
began, his tone professional
but gentle. "We've completed the
brain scan on your husband.
The results are..." "Is he
okay?" she finally choked out.

The doctor looked up, his
expression unreadable. "Mr.
Plankton's injuries are...
complex. He's sustained a
brain injury, and 
he's developed Autism
Spectrum Disorder."

Karen's grip on Plankton's hand
tightened. "What does that mean?"
she asked, her voice a mix of fear
and hope. The doctor took a deep
breath, choosing his words
carefully. "It means his brain
has been affected in a way that
will change how he perceives and
interacts with the world around
him. It's a spectrum, so the
symptoms can vary widely."

He explained further, detailing the
challenges that lay ahead for
both of them. Plankton might have
difficulties with social
interactions, repetitive behaviors,
and sensory sensitivities. Karen's
mind raced, never leaving Plankton's
still form.

Then, just as the doctor finished,
Plankton's single eyelid began to flutter,
slowly opening to reveal a gaze
that seemed somehow... different.
He looked around the sterile room,
his eye darting from one corner to
another, taking in every detail with an
intensity that was unnerving. Karen's
squeezing his
hand harder. "Plankton?" she whispered.

For a moment, there was no response.
Then, in a voice that was his yet
not quite, he spoke.

"Karen," Plankton said, his voice
mechanical and measured.

His voice, though familiar,
now a puzzling echo of its
former self. She leaned in closer,
desperate for some sign of the
Plankton she knew.

"How do you feel?" she
asked, her voice tentative.

Plankton's eye narrowed as
he considered her question,
his voice echoing the words
back to her in a staccato
rhythm, "How... do... you... feel?"
The repetition sent a shiver
down Karen, but she
managed a nod.

"Karen," he began again, his
tone eerily calm, "How do
you feel?"

Karen's screen searched his eye,
seeking a spark of recognition.
"I-I'm worried," she admitted,
her voice trembling. "But I'm here for
you."

"Worried," Plankton echoed,
his voice a metronome of
emotionless syllables. "Worried.
Worried."

The doctor cleared his throat,
interrupting the eerie pattern.
"Palilalia is a common symptom
with ASD," he explained gently.
"It's the repetition of words
and phrases. It can be a way
of processing information."

Karen nodded, trying to absorb
the doctor's words as she
continued to search Plankton
for any sign of the
cunning, albeit misguided,
genius she knew so well. His gaze
remained fixed on hers.

"Karen," he said again, his
voice still eerily detached.

His usual energy and cunning
seemed to have been replaced by
this unsettling calmness. Yet, in his
eye, she thought she could see a
flicker of something familiar, a
tiny spark of the man she had
known for so long.

"I need to understand," she
said softly, willing him to connect
with her. "What's going on?"

"Understand," he repeated, his
voice a monotone echo. "Under-
stand." Then, as if a switch had
been flipped, Plankton's eye grew
wider, his focus intense.

Karen watched, hopeful, as
his hand began to twitch. He
was trying to communicate.
Using all her patience, she waited.

"Understand," he said again,
but this time, the word grew into
a phrase, "I need to understand."
The repetition was still present,
but now it was tinged with urgency.
Karen filled with tears
as she nodded vigorously. "I know,
Plankton, I know you do."

The doctor, noticing the change,
intervened, his voice soothing. "It's
ok, Mr. Plankton. Take your time."
He turned to Karen. "It's common
for individuals with ASD to repeat
words or phrases when they're trying
to process their thoughts. It's called
echolalia. It's his way of making
sense of what's happening."

Karen nodded, but she
could see the wheels turning in
his mind. His hand twitched more
intensely now, his gaze more
focused.
"Understand," he said again,
his voice gaining a slight
inflection. "Need... to... under-
stand." The words grew into a
steady rhythm, a heartbeat of
desire. Karen felt hope blossoming in
her chest.

The doctor leaned in, his
expression one of curiosity.
"It seems he's trying to express
his need to understand his new
condition," he murmured. "It's a
positive sign. It shows he's
engaging with the world around him."

Karen nodded. "Under-
stand," she whispered back to him.
"We'll figure this out together."

Plankton's twitching hand paused
momentarily, his gaze lingering
on hers. Then, his eye darted
back to the doctor, the word
"Understand" escaping his lips
once more. The doctor nodded
encouragingly. "It's ok, Mr.
Plankton. Do you know what
happened?"

"Understand," he said, his
tone shifting to one of
curiosity. "Understand. Accident."

Karen swelled with
relief. It was the first time
he'd formed a coherent
thought since the incident.

"Yes, Plankton," she said, her
voice soothing, "you had an
accident in the lab. But we're
going to get through this."

The doctor nodded. "You
have something called Autism."

"Autism," Plankton echoed, his
eye searching Karen's for an
explanation.

"It's okay," she said, her voice
steady despite the storm of
emotions inside her. "It just means
you see the world differently now."

Plankton's eye focused on hers,
his hand stilled. "Different," he
parroted back, as if testing the
word's weight in the air. "Different."

Karen took a deep breath,
forcing a smile through her
tears. "But not less," she assured
him. "Just different." She leaned
forward and kissed his forehead,
his antennas twitching slightly at
the touch.

new no less to be different plaren neurodivergentcore bbh

SWEET CWEAM pt. 5

Sponge Bob's 
eyes widen even 
more, his 
spongy body leaning 
forward in 
anticipation. "A secret?"

Plankton nods, 
his speech still 
slurred. "Yeth, I thweal." 
He looks around 
the room, his 
expression a mix 
of mischief and 
excitement. "But it's 
juss tween ush," he 
whispers, his voice 
a conspiratorial 
mumble.

Sponge Bob 
nods solemnly, 
his eyes wide with 
interest. "Of course it is, 
Plankton," he says, 
his voice filled with 
the gravity of a 
secret keeper. “What’s the
secret?”

Plankton leans in, 
his speech still 
slurred but his 
eye gleaming with 
mischief. "It'th that I 
luv... to thee youw," he 
says, his voice 
hitching with each 
word. Sponge Bob's 
expression shifts from 
concern to surprise, 
his eyes watering with 
laughter.

"You love to...see me?"
he repeats, trying to 
make sense of the 
garbled confession.

“Of couth I do, 
Squishy Bob!” 
Plankton exclaims 
with a wobbly smile, 
his tongue struggling 
against the unyielding 
numbness. “Youw the 
bestest fwiend evar!”

Karen watches the 
exchange with 
a soft fondness, 
seeing Plankton’s usual 
guard down and his 
true heart shining 
through. She's 
never seen him like this 
before, so open and 
vulnerable.

"Thath right, I do," 
Plankton repeats, 
his voice a warm 
rumble in his chest. 
Sponge Bob's smile 
can't help but grow. 
"That's so nice of 
you to say, Plankton," 
he manages to get 
out between his 
giggles. Karen 
can't remember the 
last time she saw 
Plankton this way, 
his usual stoicism 
stripped away by the 
remnants of the 
anesthesia. It's like 
seeing him as a 
completely new person, 
one filled with pure, 
unfiltered affection.

"Ith wove you," 
Plankton says, his 
voice thick. "Youw'we my 
bessst fwiend."

Sponge Bob's 
laughter subsides 
into a warm smile. 
"Plankton, I love 
you too," he says, 
his voice genuine. 
Karen's heart swells 
with love for both 
of them, watching 
them share a moment 
so raw and pure.

Plankton's head 
nods, his drool 
forming a small puddle 
on the table. Karen 
quickly grabs a napkin 
and dabs his chin. "Thath 
so sweet, Squishy," he 
slurs, his eye half-
closed with sleep.

The room 
spins around him, a 
soft, warm embrace that 
makes his eyelid flutter. 
He tries to keep it 
open, but it 
like heavy curtains 
pulling him back into 
slumber. "Ith time for 
nath nap?" he asks, his 
voice a sleepy whisper.

Karen laughs, 
her hand gentle as she 
wipes the drool from 
his chin. "Almost," 
she says, her voice 
like a warm blanket. 
"First, let's get 
you to the couch."

With Sponge 
Bob's help, they 
ease Plankton into 
his favorite spot, 
his body sinking into 
the plush cushions with 
a sigh of relief. The 
numbness in his mouth 
is slowly receding, 
leaving a tender 
throb in its wake. He 
wraps himself in the 
comfort of his blanket, 
his mind swirling with 
the leftover fog of 
the anesthesia.

Whence SpongeBob leaves, Karen 
saves the footage from the
security cameras.

Plankton next wakes up in
the morning, sore and also
without any anesthesia left
in his system. Of course, he
barely recalls going to the
dentist. He doesn’t know what’s 
happened after leaving the surgery.

His mouth feels like a
desolate wasteland, 
each movement a sharp 
reminder of the procedure. 
He gingerly prods his 
swollen cheeks with 
his tongue, feeling the 
gaping holes where his 
wisdom teeth used to be.

Karen is by his side.
“Karen? Whath 
happenth?” Plankton
says, feeling the aching. 
“Where…”

Her smile is a
comforting beacon.
“You had wisdom 
teeth surgery, Plankton.
You’re okay, you’re home
now. Just rest, you’ve had
a long day.”

“I remember going in
to surgery. That’s all.”

Karen brings 
over a glass of water. "Here, 
babe," she says, her 
voice a gentle wake-up 
call.

Plankton takes it, 
his hand trembling 
slightly. He sips 
carefully, the cool 
liquid sliding down 
his throat with a 
soothing grace. He 
swallows with 
difficulty, the pain 
in his throat a 
reminder of his 
dental odyssey. "What...what 
time ish it?" 

Karen looks at 
the clock, her 
expression a mix 
of amusement and 
concern. "It's 
morning, Plankton," she 
says, her voice a soft 
chime. "You've been 
sleeping for a while."

new sweet cweam plaren 5

NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT ii


(Autistic author)



With Plankton's condition still
fresh in her mind, Karen carefully
guided him out of the hospital and
into the car. She knew the drive
back to the Chum Bucket would be
a test, but she was determined
to make it as smooth as possible.
The car's engine rumbled to life,
and she pulled out onto the wet
streets of Bikini Bottom, 
fixed on the road ahead.

Plankton was quieter than
usual, his gaze out the window,
taking in the world with a new
perspective. Karen spoke gently,
describing the sights they passed,
hoping the familiarity would
comfort him. "Look, Plankton," she
pointed. "There's the jellyfish
field. Do you remember when we
used to get chased by jellyfish?"

His eye swiveled to meet hers,
the ghost of a smile playing on
his lips. "Remember," he said,
his voice still mechanical. "Plankton 
remember jellyfish."

It wasn't just the repetition anymore;
he was connecting with her, with
the world around him. It was a start,
a sign that maybe, just maybe, they could
find their way through this new, uncharted
territory.

Plankton's head lolled slightly to
the side as the car bumped along the
road, his breathing steady and even.
Karen watched him out of the corner
of her screen, the rhythmic motion of his
chest reassuring her that he was still
with her. Despite the turmoil of emotions
churning inside her, she felt a strange
peace settle over her. For the first time
since the accident, she allowed herself
to believe that they could navigate this
new reality together.

The rain had picked up, the drops
splattering against the windshield like a
symphony of tiny drums. The wipers
kept a steady beat, matching the rhythm
of her racing thoughts. Plankton's hand
was still in hers, but it was limp now,
his palm open and trusting. She
squeezed it gently, trying to convey all
the words she couldn't say.

The Chum Bucket loomed in the
distance, a beacon of their shared past
and the uncertain future ahead. As they
neared, Karen noticed the lights flickering
in the lab, the remnants of their latest
failed scheme. The sight brought a
pang of sadness, but also a strange sense
of nostalgia.

Karen's grip on the steering
wheel tightened. "We're almost there," she
said, her voice a lifeline thrown into the
silence.

As the Chum Bucket came into view,
Plankton's antennas twitched
in his sleep.

"We're home," Karen murmured, her
voice barely above the patter of the
rain. She parked the car and took
a moment to collect herself before
gently waking him. "Plankton, sweetie,
we're here."

His eye fluttered open, and he
looked around the car with a
slightly dazed expression. The
neon lights of the Chum Bucket cast
a warm glow, and Karen watched
as the reality of their situation
settled into his gaze.

"Home," he said, the word
falling out of his mouth like a
puzzle piece that didn't quite fit.
He sat up slowly, his movements
stiff and deliberate, as if every
action was a calculation.

Karen helped him out of the
car, the rain now a steady
shower, plinking against
the metal of the Chum Bucket.

"Come on," she said softly,
guiding him inside. "Let's get
you into bed." Plankton
followed her obediently, his
footsteps echoing in the stillness.

The lab was a mess, but
Karen ignored it, leading him
to their tiny living quarters.
The space was cluttered with
gadgets and gizmos, but there
was a warmth to it, a
testament to their life together.

Plankton's eye scanned the
room, taking in every detail,
his brain trying to process the
overwhelming stimuli. Karen
noticed the way he flinched at the
brightness of the lights and
quickly dimmed them, creating a
soothing ambiance.

"Better?" she asked, her voice
soft. Plankton nodded, his
movements more deliberate
now. He seemed to be focusing
intently on her, trying to piece
together the world around him.

Karen helped him into their
small, cozy bed, the blankets
familiar and comforting. As
she tucked him in, she noticed
his eye fixate on a book
on the floor. "It's ok," she
whispered, plucking it up and
placing it on the nightstand. "We can
clean up tomorrow."

Plankton lay still, his gaze
now on the ceiling, tracing the
patterns of the tiles above.
Karen sat beside him, her hand
resting on his shoulder. "Is there
anything you need?" she asked,
her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet.

"Need... to... understand," he
repeated, the words a comforting
mantra in the silence. Karen
nodded, stroking his antennae.
"I'll be here to help you, Plankton."

The doctor's words replayed in
her head. Autism wasn't a
weakness, but a different way
of experiencing the world. A
world now filled with sensory
overload for Plankton. She
made a mental note to dim the
lab lights and reduce noise levels.

"Karen," he said, the word a
question. "What... happened?"
The palilalia had shifted from
a mere repetition to a quest for
knowledge. Karen took a deep
breath. "You had an accident,
Plankton," she explained, her
voice calm and steady. "But we're
going to figure this out together."

Plankton's gaze remained fixed
on the ceiling, his eye
flitting from tile to tile as if
the answers lay in their pattern.
"Accident," he murmured, the word
tumbling through his thoughts.

Karen nodded, her heart heavy
with the weight of the truth. "Yes,
my love. You had an accident.
But we're here now, and we're
going to get through this."

Plankton's eye searched hers,
his voice a metronome of
uncertainty. "Get... through...
this." The words hung in the
air, a question wrapped in a
statement. "Through... this."

Karen ached as she
nodded, her voice a gentle
caress. "Yes, Plankton. Together."
Her hand reached out to
cover his, her touch a silent
promise. "We'll face each day
as it comes."

For a long moment, Plankton
was silent, his gaze still
trapped by the ceiling tiles.
Then, his eye swiveled back to her,
his voice a whisper of curiosity.
"Together," he echoed, the word
now a declaration. "We'll get
through this together."

Karen felt a tear slide down
as she nodded, her
smile a fragile thing. "Yes, Plankton,
we will." She leaned in and kissed
his cheek, his skin cool and clammy
against her lips. His antennae twitched,
and she knew he felt the warmth of
her affection, even if he couldn't
express it in the way she was used to.

The next day dawned with
a gentle glow, the sun peeking
through the blinds of the Chum
Bucket's living quarters. Karen
woke up with a start, the events
of the previous day crashing over
her like a wave. For a brief
moment, she allowed herself to
hope it was all just a terrible
dream. But the sight of Plankton's
still form beside her, his breathing
steady but different, brought
reality back in a rush.

They had a routine to
maintain, a life to live despite
the monumental shift in their
world. Karen slipped out of bed,
careful not to disturb him, and
began the day's tasks. She knew
that Plankton would wake soon,
his mind likely already racing.

The lab was a chaos of wires
and gadgets, but she had a plan.
Starting with the lights, she
adjusted each one to a gentle
glow, reducing the visual assault
that could overwhelm him. Then,
she moved on to the sounds,
taping foam pads to the doors
and machines to muffle the cacophony.
It was a small change, but it
was a step to making the
environment more comfortable for
his now sensitive senses.

Karen knew the kitchen would
be the next battleground. Plankton's
love for the Krabby Patty had always
been a source of both frustration
and motivation. But now, the
thought of the complex flavors
and textures could be a sensory
nightmare for him. She decided
to start with simple, plain foods,
things she knew he enjoyed before
his tastes had become so singular.

As she sliced a cucumber into
thin, uniform pieces, she heard
his footsteps approaching. The
tap-tap-tap of his feet on
the metal floor was a sound she
could set her clock to, yet now it
seemed foreign, a reminder of the
autistic world he now inhabited.

"Good morning," Karen called out,
forcing cheer into her voice.
Plankton's eye swiveled towards
her, his movements jerky as he
navigated the now-familiar space.
"Good... morning," he responded,
each word a deliberate choice.

Karen placed the cucumber slices
on a plate and slid it towards
him, watching as his gaze
flitted from one to the next,
studying them before making a
selection. The sight was both
heartbreaking and fascinating, a
window into his new reality.

As they sat together at their
tiny kitchen table, Plankton took a
small, tentative bite, his face
scrunching up as he chewed.
Karen held her breath, waiting
for his reaction. After a long
moment, he nodded. "Good," he
said simply, his voice still flat.

Karen swelled with 
pride and sadness.
It was a small victory, but it was
a victory nonetheless. They would
find their way through this, one
bite at a time.

new no less to be different plaren neurodivergentcore bb

https://www.uthscsa.edu/patient-care/dental/services/anesthesia

new patientcore dentalcore anesthesia

NO LESS TO BE DIFFERENT iv


(Autistic author)



Karen's voice was a beacon
of peace in the tempest of his
thoughts. He blinked once, twice,
his antennae drooping in defeat.
The room around them was a
shambles, a testament to the
battle he'd waged within himself.

Sensing his distress, Karen
spoke again, her tone soothing.
"Remember, Plankton, no one's
going to hurt you," she said, her
voice a balm to his frayed
nerves. "You're safe here."

Plankton's body began to
uncoil, his breathing slowing as
his gaze focused on her. "Safe?"
he echoed, the word a question.
Karen nodded, her smile gentle.
"Safe," she assured him. "We're
going to take this one step at a
time, together."

Hanna watched the exchange,
her anger replaced by a deep
sorrow. She had never seen her
friend in such pain, and the
knowledge that she had played
a part in it was a heavy weight
on her heart. "I'm sorry Plankton," she
whispered, her voice thick with
unshed tears.

But Plankton was lost in
his own world, his mind echoing
with the harshness of her words.
"Maniac," he murmured, his voice
a hollow imitation of Hanna's.
"Leave you," he added, his eye
swiveling back to Karen.

Karen's heart ached at
the sound of his echoed pain, her
throat tight with unshed tears.
"It's okay," she whispered, her
hand resting gently on his arm.
"You're not a maniac, Plankton."
Her voice was a soft caress,
a balm to his bruised psyche.

But his echo continued, "Leave
you," his voice a hollow
reflection of Hanna's accusation.
Karen's eyes grew wet as she
looked at him, her heart breaking
for his confusion. "No one's leaving,
Plankton," she said firmly. "We're in this
together."

Hanna's brimming
with tears, her own anger
now a distant memory. "I'm sorry,
Plankton," she choked out. "I didn't
know."

But Plankton's echolalia
continued, each word a shard
of Hanna's anger stabbing
his psyche. "Monster," he
repeated, his voice a
haunting echo. "Ungrateful."

Hanna's heard her own harsh
words reflected back at her.
"Plankton, I'm sorry," she
whispered, her voice cracking.
"I didn't know."

Karen's gaze remained
steadfast on Plankton's, her
fingers gently stroking his
arm. "You're not a monster,"
she murmured, her voice a
soothing balm to his soul.
"You're just... different."

The echoes of Hanna's
words still hung in the air, a
sharp reminder of the
hurt that had been dealt.
Plankton's eye searched hers,
his antennae drooping.
"Plankton what’s your problem
just act normal," he echoed, the
word a whispered admission.

Karen's filled with
pain as she heard the echoes
of Hanna's accusations. "You're
not a problem," she said,
her voice a soft reassurance.
"You're just... you."

But Plankton's echo grew
louder, "Just you," he repeated, his
face a mask of distress. "Wife... better."
Karen wrenched at the
thought of him feeling less than,
his autism a prison of misunderstanding.

"You're not a problem, Plankton,"
she whispered fiercely, her hand
gripping his.
Her voice was a lifeline, a
reminder that he was loved, that
his existence was not a mistake.

But the echoes of Hanna's
words continued, a relentless
beat in his head. "Better," he murmured,
his voice a shadow of hope. Karen's
heart broke as she heard the echo of
his own fear, the doubt planted by
Hanna's accusation. "Better,"
he said again, the word a prayer.

Her hand tightened on his.
"You're not a problem," she
said, her voice a declaration.
"You're not something to be
fixed." Plankton's eye searched
hers, a flicker of hope.

Karen knew she had to
help him find peace amidst the
storm of accusations. "You're not a
monster."

He stared at her, 
eye brimming with tears, his
body curling in on itself.
The weight of Hanna's words
pressed down on him,
his shoulders trembling with the effort
to hold it all in.

But the dam broke, and tears
streamed down his face, each one
a silent confession of his pain.
Karen's heart clenched as she
watched him, her own eyes
filling with tears of empathy.

Hanna stood there, her anger
now replaced by a deep sense of
guilt and sadness. "Plankton,"
she began, her voice trembling as
she touched his shoulder.

"NO!" Plankton screamed, pushing
Hanna's hand away with such force
that she stumbled back.

"What's wrong?" she choked, her
hands reaching out in an
instinctive plea for peace.

But Plankton was a
whirlwind, his body trembling
with the effort to push back
against her touch. "No more,"
he murmured, his voice a
whisper. "No more."

Hanna stepped back, her
hands dropping to her sides, her
heart racing. "I'm sorry," she
stammered.

Plankton's eye remained on
Karen, his body a tight
coil of emotion. "No more," he
whispered, the words a
prayer for understanding. Karen
could see the pain in his
expression, the fear that Hanna's
touch had brought to the
surface.

But Plankton's mind was a
labyrinth of pain, each twist
and turn a reflection of
Hanna's accusations. "You,"
he murmured, his voice a
whisper of accusation.
Hanna felt
a chill run down her spine,
his gaze a knife that sliced
through her.

"Plankton, I didn't mean..."
Hanna began. "Hanna hurt
me," he murmured, his voice
a ghostly echo of the anger
he felt.

Karen watched the scene unfold.
"No, Plankton," she said gently.
"Hanna didn't mean to hurt
you. She just doesn't understand."
Her voice was a soft breeze,
trying to calm the storm in his
mind.

Plankton's gaze remained
fixed on Hanna, his eye a
whirlpool of emotion. "Hurt,"
he murmured, the word a
cry of betrayal. "Hanna hurt."
His voice was a whisper of
pain.

Hanna felt the weight of his
accusation, her chest tightening
as she realized the depth of his
distress. "I didn't mean to,"
she whispered, her voice a
desperate appeal for forgiveness.

But Plankton was a fortress,
his walls high and thick, his mind a
whirlwind of confusion. "No more,"
he murmured again, his voice a
plea for solace.

Karen ached as she
watched the two of them, the
gulf of misunderstanding
yawning wide. "It's ok,
Plankton," she whispered, her voice
a gentle guide. "Hanna's just trying
to help."

But Plankton's gaze was
unyielding, his antennae still.
"You," he repeated, his voice
a solemn echo. "Hanna... no."

Hanna felt the chill of his
rejection, her hand hovering
in midair as she searched for
words to bridge the gap.
"I'm sorry," she choked out, 
tight with unshed tears.
"I didn't know Plankton," she began, her 
voice
shaking. "I didn't mean to upset
you."

But Plankton's mind was a
labyrinth of sensory input,
his body a taut bowstring. "Stop,"
he murmured, his voice a
desperate plea for peace. "Need stop."

But Karen knew that words alone
would not be enough to bring
his world back into focus.

With gentle movements, she
guided Plankton into a quiet
corner of the room, her touch
a silent promise of safety.
The softness of the cushions
under him was a comforting
contrast to the harshness
of the words still echoing in
his mind. She wrapped a
weighted blanket around
his shaking form, the pressure
a grounding force against the
storm within.

Karen dimmed the lights,
reducing the sensory assault on
his overwhelmed senses.
The flicker of candlelight
cast a warm glow over the
space, creating a haven from
the chaos. "It's ok," she
whispered, her voice a gentle
reminder of his sanctuary.

Plankton's antennae
still twitched, his eye
darting around the room, but
the softness of the blanket
was a steadfast reminder of
his wife's embrace. He took
a deep breath, the scent of
lavender filling the air, a
calming balm to his frayed
nerves. “Thanks; I love you
Karen.”

Karen’s filled with
relief and love as she watched
his tense form slowly relax.
“I know, Plankton,” she
whispered, her hand stroking
his arm. “And I love you too.”

The gentle rhythm of her touch
was a metronome to his racing
heart, each stroke bringing him
closer to the calm he craved.

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The room grew quiet, the only
sound their ragged breaths. Plankton’s
eye grew heavy, his body sinking
deeper into the embrace of the
cushions and blanket. His mind
whirled with the events of the
day, the diagnosis, the changes,
Hanna’s harsh words, and the
overwhelming need to escape.

His eyelid drooped, his
body slowly unwinding from the
tension that had held him hostage.
"You're okay," Karen murmured, her
voice a gentle lullaby in the
quiet of the room. "You're safe."

The words washed over Plankton like
a warm bath, soothing the raw
edges of his overstimulated mind.
He let out a shaky sigh, his body
sinking into the cocoon she had
created. The softness of the
cushions cradled him, the weight
of the blanket a comforting
reminder of her presence.

His eye grew heavier, the
weight of the day's events
lifting from his shoulders.
Karen's voice was a gentle
lullaby, a constant reminder
that he was not alone in this
new reality. "You're okay," she
whispered. "You're safe."

The warmth of the room
enveloped him, the candles
casting a soft glow that danced
on the walls. His breaths grew
deep and even, his body
finally relaxing into sleep.

Hanna watched from a
distance, filled with
regret and sorrow. She saw
Plankton’s peaceful features, a stark
contrast to the turmoil he'd
been in moments before. His
small frame looked so fragile,
his antennae resting gently on
the pillow.

Her hand hovered over him,
wanting to offer comfort but
afraid of the reaction she might
elicit. She took a tentative step
forward, her heart in her throat.
What had she done? Her mind
raced with the echoes of their
argument.

Hanna's gaze lingered on
his sleeping face, the lines of
distress now smoothed away by
the gentle embrace of slumber.
She felt a pang of regret for
the harshness of her words,
the accusations she had thrown
at him in a fit of anger.

Her hand hovered above his
forehead, a silent offer of
comfort, but she held back.
How could she touch him now,
after causing so much pain?
Her screen searched his serene
expression, her heart aching
for the friend she had lost in the
storm of misunderstanding.

Plankton's features, once
twisted with anger and fear,
were now a canvas of peace.
His antennae lay still against
the pillow, a stark contrast to
the tumult of moments prior.
Hanna felt a tear slide down
her cheek as she took in the
sight of him, so vulnerable and
alone in his corner of the room.

Her hand hovered over
his forehead, a silent apology
for the hurt she had caused.
The warmth of her palm
was a ghostly presence in the
air, yearning to bridge the
gap her words had created.
But she held back, fearful of the
reaction she might stir in his
slumber.

Hanna searched
his tranquil face, the echoes of
their confrontation a stark
contrast to his current peace.
The soft rise and fall of his
chest was a testament to his
resilience, his ability to find
calm amidst the chaos. She felt a
wave of sorrow wash over her,
regretting her role in the storm
that had ravaged his mind.

Her hand hovered above his
face, the warmth of her palm
a silent apology for the pain
she had inflicted. But she knew
that touch was a minefield for
Plankton now, a gesture that
might shatter the fragile
serenity he had found. So, she
simply watched.

Hanna searched his
features, her gaze lingering on the
delicate curve of his antennae, the
way his eye was shut, the gentle
rise and fall of his chest. Plankton's
face was a canvas of peace in the
candlelit room, a stark contrast to
the tumultuous scene that had
just unfolded. His sleep was a
sanctuary she dared not disturb.
Her hand hovered over him,
wanting to smooth his furrowed
forehead but held back by fear of
what her touch might do to him.

Her mind raced with a
whirlwind of regret and sorrow.
What had she said to him? What
had she done? Hanna's 
a storm of emotion, her
thoughts a cacophony of doubt
and despair. She had never meant
to cause him pain, had never
understood the depth of his
distress. Her hand hovered above
his sleeping form, a silent
testament to her regret.

The candlelight cast a soft
glow over his face, his
features etched with the
traces of his anguish. Plankton's
single eye was closed, a
tiny line of tension still present
between his antennae. His breaths
came slow and deep, a stark
contrast to the harshness of
his earlier cries. The quiet
of the room was a stark
contrast to the tumult of her
thoughts, each breath a
reminder of the damage her
words had wrought.

Hanna's gaze lingered on
his sleeping form, her
hands clenched at her sides.
How could she have been so
blind, so cruel?

She watched as his antennae
twitched in his sleep, his
mouth slighty parted.

Karen approached Hanna, her
movements deliberate and
calm. "Look," she whispered,
guiding her hand to Plankton's
shoulder. "This is how you
touch him."

Hanna searched her for
guidance, the weight of her
actions heavy on her mind.
"Like this?" she asked, her
fingers hovering above his
body, unsure.

Karen nodded, a soft smile
gracing her. "Yes," she murmured.
"Gently, with care." She
guided Hanna's hand, her
fingertips brushing the
outline of Plankton's shoulder.
The touch was light, feather-soft,
a gentle caress that sent a shiver
of comfort through him.

Plankton's antennae
twitched in his sleep, his
body responding to the
familiarity of Karen's touch.
His breathing grew deeper,
his form more relaxed under
the weight of her hand.

Hanna's screen searched
Karen's, looking for
reassurance. "See?" Karen
whispered. "He's calmer
now." The gentleness in her
voice was a stark contrast to
the harshness of their earlier
exchange. "This is how you
touch him when he's upset," she
said, her hand guiding Hanna's.
"With care, with love."

Under her guidance,
Hanna's fingers hovered
over Plankton's shoulder,
barely making contact with his
skin. The touch was a silent
promise of apology, of
understanding, of a bond that
went beyond the surface of
their friendship.

Karen watched as Hanna's
hand trembled, the weight of
their situation heavy upon
them both. "It's ok," she
whispered. "He's safe now."

Guiding her friend's hand,
Karen demonstrated the gentle
squeeze that Plankton responded
to, the pressure a silent
reminder of her love and
support. Hanna searched
his face, the guilt in them
dimming as she felt his
body relax under her tentative
touch. "Just like this," Karen
murmured, her voice a gentle
guidance in the quiet room.

Her fingertips traced a
circle on his shoulder, a
comforting gesture that she
knew by heart. Plankton's antennae
stirred slightly, his body
acknowledging the familiar
comfort. "It's all about
his sensory needs," she
explained softly, her voice a
soothing balm.

Hanna's hand mirrored
Karen's, the softness of her
touch a stark contrast to her
earlier anger. Plankton's body
reacted immediately, his
muscles unclenching, his
breaths deepening. The room
was a sanctuary of quiet, the
only sound the soft sigh of relief.

Karen never left
Plankton, her gaze a silent
instruction. "You see?" she
whispered.

Hanna nodded, her hand
trembling slightly as she
mirrored Karen's movements. The
contact was light, almost
ethereal, a silent communication
that transcended words. She felt
him relax under her touch,
his breaths growing deeper. "It's
okay," Karen murmured, her
voice a gentle reassurance.

The candlelight danced
on the walls, casting shadows
that seemed to hold their
breath as they watched over him.
Plankton's sleep grew more
peaceful, the tension in his
body slowly ebbing away.

Under Karen's guidance,
Hanna's hand grew steadier, her
touch a silent apology. Each
stroke, each squeeze, was a
promise to learn, to understand,
to be a better friend. The
softness of her movements
was a stark contrast to the
harshness of her words, a
testament to her willingness to
change.

Plankton's body grew still,
his antennae lying flat against
the pillow. The room was a
sanctuary of quiet, the candle's
glow a gentle reminder of
the love that surrounded him.
Hanna watched him
filled with sorrow and regret.
"Thank you," she whispered to
Karen, her voice a fragile
thread in the stillness.

Karen never left
his peaceful visage, a silent
prayer of gratitude for the
calm they had restored. "You
have to understand," she
murmured, her voice a gentle
teach. "He has a condition..”

"I just... I
thought he 
was being 
difficult."

The words hung in the
air, a confession of ignorance
and pain. Karen ached
for her friend, the depth of her
remorse evident. "It's not
difficulty," Karen explained gently.
"It's just... different."

Hanna's screen searched hers, a
flicker of understanding beginning
to dawn. "I didn't know," she
whispered, her voice a plea for
forgiveness. "I didn't mean to
hurt him."

Karen nodded, her hand
still on Plankton's shoulder. "I
know," she said softly. "But now
you do. And now, we learn
together."

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"Why don't we stay in, Plankton?"
Sponge Bob suggested, noticing
his friend's lingering anxiety.
"We can still have fun."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly as he considered the
proposal. The thought of going
outside was overwhelming.
"Okay," he agreed, his voice
soft. "Inside."

Sponge Bob nodded, his smile
reassuring. "How about a board
game?" he offered.

Plankton's antennae twitched in
consideration. "Game," he echoed,
his voice tentative.

Sponge Bob's smile grew. "Yeah!
Which one do you want to play?"

Plankton's antennae perked up at the
mention of something familiar. "Game,"
he murmured, his voice a little
more steady. "Choose."

Sponge Bob beamed at him, happy
to see his friend willing to
participate. He picked a simple
game of checkers from the shelf,
knowing it would be less
overwhelming than the loud, bright
electronic games that Plankton had
once enjoyed.

Plankton's antennae quivered with
excitement as Sponge Bob set
up the board, his eyes fixated on
the red and black pieces. "Checkers,"
he murmured, his voice filled with
anticipation.

Sponge Bob nodded, placing the
checkers in their starting
positions. "You go first," he said,
his voice calm and steady.

Plankton's antennae quivered as
his eyes focused on the board.
He picked up a black piece, his hand
shaking slightly. "Checkers," he
whispered to himself, echoing Sponge
Bob's words. He placed it with
precision on the board.

Sponge Bob watched him.
"Good job, Plankton," he said, 
his voice soothing. "You're doing 
great."

Plankton's antennae twitched with 
each word, echoing the comfort. 
"Great," he murmured, his gaze
never leaving the checkers. He
moved a piece, his mind working
quickly to calculate his next
move. The repetitive nature of
the game was calming, a familiar
rhythm that helped him find a
moment of peace in the chaos.

"Checkers," he said again, his
voice a little more stable. The
game was a dance of strategy,
and it was a dance Plankton had
always loved. But now, it was
more than that—it was a lifeline.

The game continued, the
quiet clicks of the pieces
moving across the board
providing a soothing rhythm
to the otherwise
silent room. Plankton's antennae
stayed mostly still, only
twitching when he felt the
need to move a piece. His eye
flitted from the board to
Sponge Bob and back again, seeking
reassurance that he was doing
this right.

Sponge Bob watched him, his
face a mask of concentration,
his spongy body still. "Your turn,
Plankton," he said, his voice
calm and steady.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
quivering slightly as he reached
for a piece. He moved it with
careful deliberation, his gaze
never leaving the board.

"Good move," Sponge Bob said,
his voice a gentle encouragement.

Plankton's antennae twitched in
response, his eyes lighting up
for a moment. "Good move," he
repeated, his voice echoing
Sponge Bob's tone. The words
comforted him, a familiar
refrain in a world that had
become unpredictable.

Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes
never leaving Plankton's. "Your
turn," he prompted gently.

Plankton's antennae quivered as
his hand hovered over the board.
"Good move," he murmured, echoing
Sponge Bob's words from moments
before. His eyes focused
intently on the board, his mind
racing to find the perfect
place for the checker.

The echo of their shared phrase
was like a soft lullaby in the
quiet room, a gentle reminder of
their longstanding friendship.
Sponge Bob noticed the comfort
it brought to Plankton, the way
his body relaxed slightly with
each repetition. "Good move,"
Sponge Bob said again, his voice
soft and encouraging.

Plankton's antennae twitched,
his eye focusing on the board.
He moved a piece, whispering
"good move" under his breath.
Sponge Bob watched him, his
expression a mix of wonder and
concern. Plankton had always been
so sharp, so quick-witted, and now,
his brain was navigating a new
kind of maze.

But in this moment, as the
game progressed, it was clear
that Plankton's strategic mind
was still sharp. His moves
were calculated, precise. He
was winning, and Sponge Bob
could see the pride in his
tiny friend's eye.

Sponge Bob felt a swell of
happiness as Plankton's antennae
quivered with excitement. "King me,"
he murmured, placing his checker
on the board's edge.

Sponge Bob did so, his heart
swelling with pride for his
friend. "You're really good at this,"
he said, his voice gentle.

Plankton's antennae curled with
satisfaction. "Thanks," he
murmured, his voice a little
more stable now.

Sponge Bob watched as Plankton
placed the kinged piece back on
the board, his eyes never leaving
the game. The tension in the
room had dissipated, replaced by
the rhythmic exchange of
checkers and echoing affirmations.

"Good move," Plankton murmured
again, his voice a testament to
his focus. His antennae quivered
slightly as he anticipated Sponge
Bob's next play.

Sponge Bob studied the board,
his yellow brow furrowed. He knew
that Plankton had always been
smart, but this was something
else—a silent, intense
concentration that seemed to
have taken over his friend's
tiny form. With a soft click, he
moved his piece, watching as
Plankton's antennae followed the
move, his eye calculating.

Plankton's response was swift and
confident, his antennae barely
twitching. "Good move," Sponge Bob
said, echoing Plankton's words.
He felt a sense of awe as Plankton
countered with a move that
won the game.

Sponge Bob's cheer was sudden,
his spongy hands slapping
together with joy. "You did
it, Plankton!" he exclaimed.

Plankton's antennae shot up, his
body stiffening at the unexpected
noise. His eye grew wide, the
world around him seeming to
shrink for a moment as he was
jolted out of his focused
trance.

Sponge Bob's cheer had
unintentionally startled him,
his sudden movement a stark
contrast to the calm rhythm of
the game.
"Sorry, Plankton," Sponge Bob
apologized, quickly
lowering his voice, 
his expression
softening. "I forgot."

Plankton took a deep
breath, his antennae slowly
lowering.

Sponge Bob watched him
closely, his own excitement
dimming in the face of his
friend's distress. "It's ok," he
whispered. "You won, Plankton."

Plankton's antennae gradually
stilled, his breathing slowing
down. He nodded, his voice
small. "Won," he murmured, his
eye refocusing on the board.

Sponge Bob's smile faltered,
his heart heavy at the sight
of Plankton's distress. He
knew his cheer had been too
much, too soon. "Sorry," he
whispered, his hand hovering
above the board, unsure if he
should clean up the pieces or not.

Plankton's antennae quivered,
his gaze lingering on the
game. "Enough checkers."

Sponge Bob nodded, his
expression understanding. "Okay,
Plankton," he said, his voice
gentle. "Let's do something else."

Plankton's antennae twitched
slightly as he considered his
options. "Movie?" he suggested, his
voice tentative.

Sponge Bob's eyes lit up. "Yea!
What do you want to watch?"

Plankton's antennae twitched. "Simple
story," he murmured, his voice
still shaky. "No loud noises."

Sponge Bob nodded eagerly,
quickly searching through the
DVDs for a film that would be
comfortable for his friend. "How
about 'The Great Snail Race'?"
he suggested, holding up the
case.

Plankton's antennae twitched
with consideration. The film
was a classic, a story of
endurance and friendship, and
his brain processed the quiet
nature of the plot. "Yes," he
murmured. "Snail Race."

Sponge Bob's smile grew as he
inserted the DVD into the
player. The familiar tunes of
the opening credits filled the
room, and Plankton's antennae
swayed gently to the rhythm, his
body visibly relaxing into the
soft cushions of the couch.

Karen watched from the
sidelines, her eyes misty with
relief. Sponge Bob had always
known how to reach Plankton in
a way she couldn't. His simple,
understanding nature seemed to
break through the barriers that
autism had constructed around
his friend.

Sponge Bob pressed play, the
screen flickering to life.

The soft light from the TV cast a
glow, Plankton's eye
fixed on the snails that began to
race across the screen.

Sponge Bob sat next to Plankton.
He knew he had to
tread carefully, to be a source
of comfort without overwhelming
his friend. As the snails
moved slowly across the screen,
Plankton's antennae stilled, the
story's gentle pace a balm to
his overstimulated mind.

The movie's quiet humor
elicited a small chuckle from
Plankton, a sound that was
music to Karen. She watched
from the kitchen doorway.
Sponge Bob had always been
there for Plankton, and 
was grateful for his unwavering
support. 

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Just as quiet settled, 
Krabs' booming voice filled
the room. "Plankton,
where are ye!"

Plankton's eye flew open.
Sponge Bob and Karen exchanged
a worried look, knowing that
Mr. Krabs' presence could
easily overwhelm him, not to
mention Krabs caused this.

Krabs marched in, his
beady eyes searching the room.
"Ah, there ye be," he said,
spotting the small figure on
the couch.

Plankton's antennae shot
up, his body tensing. "K-Krabs,"
he stuttered, his voice
shaking with fear and anxiety
despite trying to appear strong.

Mr. Krabs' eyes
twinkling with mischief. "What's
this, Plankton? Too tired to
scheme today?"

Plankton's antennae twitched
nervously. "Just... resting," he
managed to murmur. 

"Resting?
In the middle of the day?
Pish-posh!" He waved a dismissive
claw in the air. "More
like plotting! I know your
tricks, Plankton!"

Sponge Bob stepped in, his
spongy body blocking Krabs'
view. "Hey, Mr. Krabs," he said.
"Plankton's had a rough day. He's
just taking it easy."

Krabs' claws click together. "Rough
day, eh?" he sneered. "I'll give
ye rough!"

Plankton's antennae drooped as
his heart raced. The familiar
threat of his enemy was like
a knot in his stomach, a
reminder of the harsh world
outside his sanctuary, and
what happened last time.

Sponge Bob's voice grew firm.
"Mr. Krabs, can we maybe talk
about this later?"

Mr. Krabs' eyes widened slightly
at the unusual assertion.
"Later? What's the matter with
now?"

Sponge Bob's gaze never left
Plankton's trembling form.
"Plankton's off the clock.."

"Off the clock?" he scoffed.
"There's no 'off the clock'!"

Sponge Bob stepped closer to
his friend, his spongy body a
barrier between the two
adversaries. "Mr. Krabs," he said,
his voice firm, "Can we
reschedule the... uh...
brainstorming session?"

Mr. Krabs' expression grew
skeptical. 

Karen stepped forward, her voice
calm but firm. "Krabs, please.
Plankton's been through a lot."

Mr. Krabs' eyes flicked to
Karen. "Pah!
Plankton's always had boundaries,
but that's never stopped before!"

Plankton's antennae quivered
desperately, tensing
even further. "Please, Krabs,"
he murmured, his voice barely
above a whisper. "Can't."

Mr. Krabs' eyes narrowed, his
claws coming to rest on his
hip. "What do you mean, 'can't'?"
he demanded.

Sponge Bob's voice was firm but
kind. "Mr. Krabs, Plankton's
been diagnosed with something.
It's like a... a... special
condition," he stumbled.

Mr. Krabs' beady eyes narrowed,
sneer remaining. "Special condition?
I'll give ye a special condition!" 

The room grew tense, the
energy palpable. Plankton's antennae
twitched rapidly, his body shrinking
under the weight of Mr. Krabs'
aggression. The memories of the
fight and the subsequent meltdown
flashed through his mind, a painful
reminder of his vulnerability.

Mr. Krabs' shadow loomed over the
couch, his eyes gleaming with
malice. Plankton's breathing grew
shallow, his heart racing. He felt
like a tiny creature trapped under
the gaze of a giant predator. "Please,"
he whimpered, his voice barely
audible.

Sponge Bob stepped in front of
Plankton, his spongy body taut with
tension. "Mr. Krabs," he said, his
tone firm, "Plankton's not ok.
You need to back off."

Mr. Krabs' sneer faltered, his
claws pausing mid-air. He took a
step back, his eyes widening
slightly as he took in Plankton's
state. The small creature's
eye was wide with fear, his
body trembling beneath the
thin blanket.

Sponge Bob watched, his heart
breaking for his friend. "Mr.
Krabs," he said, his voice firm but
not unkind. "What happened
between you two really affected
Plankton. He's been diagnosed
with autism because of it."

Mr. Krabs' expression shifted,
his eyes going wide with shock.
He took another step back, his
claws dropping to his sides. "What?
Autism?" he echoed, his voice
filled with disbelief.

Karen stepped closer. "Yes
Krabs," she said, her voice calm
and patient. "The doctor said
it's a result of the head
injury he sustained during
your fight."

Mr. Krabs' face paled, his
claws dropping to his sides.
"I... I," he stammered, bravado gone.

The room was silent, the weight
of his words hanging heavy in the
air. Karen's unforgiving. Sponge 
Bob watched, his heart heavy with 
hope that his boss might understand.

Mr. Krabs' eyes grew wide with horror
as the realization sank in. The
thought that he could have
caused such harm to his longtime
nemesis was to much to bear. He
swallowed hard, his chest
constricting with guilt.

He looked at Plankton, really
looked at him, for the first time
seeing the fear and pain in
his eye. Plankton
was trembling, his antennae
quivering with each shallow
breath he took.

Mr. Krabs took another step
back, his chest heaving. "Autism?"
he repeated. "Because
of me?"

The room was a silent
witness to the crab's
self-realization. The booming
voice that had so often
filled the Chum Bucket with
threats and taunts was now
just a faint echo of
regret.

Mr. Krabs stared at
Plankton, his beady eyes
shimmering with a
mixture of horror and guilt.
He had never seen the tiny
plankton look so vulnerable,
so broken. It was a stark
contrast to the scheming
genius he had always known.

"I-I..." he
stuttered, his claws
trembling as he struggled
to comprehend the gravity of
his actions.

Karen stepped forward, her
voice firm but measured. 
"The doctor said it's
because of the trauma to his
brain you inflicted. It's all
because of you! You did it."

Mr. Krabs' eyes widened even
further, and he took another
step back. "But... but, I
was just defending the Krabby
Patty!" he protested weakly.

Sponge Bob's gaze was steady
on his boss. "It's more than
that, Mr. Krabs. It's
irreversible with no cure."

Mr. Krabs' face fell, the
implications of his actions
finally sinking in. The
magnitude of his recklessness
was clear, and he couldn't help
but feel a pang of remorse. "What
can I do?" he asked, his voice
small and desperate.

Karen's gaze was steely. "You
can start by giving him space.
And maybe, just maybe, by being
kind for once in your life."

Mr. Krabs looked down at his
claws, which had been poised
for battle, now hanging limply at
his sides. He nodded slowly,
his eyes still on Plankton.

"I'm sorry, Plankton," he said,
his voice gruff. "I never
meant to hurt ye like this."

Plankton's antennae stilled. He
wasn't sure what to make of
Mr. Krabs' sudden apology. His
eye searched the crab's face.

"Mr. Krabs," he began, his voice
still small but growing stronger.
"I know Krabs didn't mean to... to
make me like this." His antennae
twitched slightly as he spoke.

Mr. Krabs' expression grew
soft, his eyes misting with tears.
"But I can't take it back," he
whispered, the weight of his
guilt heavy on his shoulders.

Suddenly, Plankton's tiny hand
reached out, tentatively taking
Mr. Krabs' large claw in his grip.
The gesture was unexpected,
his antennae quivering with the
effort of reaching out despite
his fear. It was a silent
offering of peace, a bridge
over the chasm of their rivalry.

Mr. Krabs looked down at their
joined hands with
surprise. The warmth of
Plankton's touch was a stark
contrast to the coldness of his
own heart, a reminder that
despite their differences, they
were all just creatures trying
to navigate a complex world.
The room held its breath as
Mr. Krabs felt the tremble in
Plankton's grip, a silent
plea for understanding and
compassion. It was a moment of
unexpected connection, a
reminder that even the most
bitter of enemies could find
common ground in pain and
suffering.

Mr. Krabs' eyes grew wet with
tears, his hardened exterior
cracking like a shell under the
pressure of his guilt. "I'm sorry,"
he murmured, his voice thick
with emotion.

Plankton's antennae twitched as
he processed the crab's words.
He knew Mr. Krabs was capable of
empathy, but rarely did it show.
This was a side of him he had
never seen before, and it was as
overwhelming as it was comforting.

"Thank you," he murmured, his
voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes
still on Plankton's hand in
his claw. He took a deep
breath, the weight of his
apology heavy on his chest. "I'll
leave you be," he said, his
voice gruff with emotion.

Plankton's antennae remained
still, his grip on Mr. Krabs'
clawed hand lingering in the
air for a moment before he
slowly withdrew it, his mind
reeling from the exchange.
Sponge Bob and Karen watched,
their expressions a mix of shock
and hope.

Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes never
leaving Plankton's. He knew
that words alone wouldn't
erase the pain he had caused,
but it was a start. He took a
step back, his shoulders
slumped with the weight of his
newfound understanding. "I'll
leave you to rest," he said,
his voice gruff but sincere.

Plankton's antennae quivered with
relief, and he nodded slightly.

Mr. Krabs turned to leave, his
steps heavy as he moved
toward the door. But before
he could exit, Plankton's voice
stopped him. "Mr. Krabs," he
called out, his tone firm but
not unkind.

Mr. Krabs paused, his claw
on the doorknob. He looked back
over his shoulder, his expression
a mix of hope and fear.

Plankton's antennae quivered
slightly as he gathered his
thoughts. "I... I forgive you," he
managed to say, his voice
surprisingly steady.

Mr. Krabs' eyes widened in shock,
his claw frozen on the
doorknob. He had never expected
such words to come from
his enemy's lips, especially not
now, in the aftermath of such a
life-altering revelation.

He turned to face Plankton, his
expression a tumult of emotions.
"You... forgive me?" he whispered,
his voice hoarse with
disbelief.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
still. "If you can change,"
he said, his voice firm but not
unyielding. "Be better."

Mr. Krabs' gaze searched
Plankton's face, his own
expression a mirror of the
plankton's. "I'll try," he said,
his voice thick with emotion.

Plankton's antennae drooped in
a gesture of defeat. "Just try,"
he murmured. "That's all I ask."

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He felt his eyelid grow heavy to anesthesia.

"Alright, Mr. Plankton, you're gonna start 
feeling sleepy," the doctor's voice echoed. 
The world around him grew fuzzy, sounds 
becoming muffled and indistinct. His head 
lolled, body slack. The nurse's grew blurry, 
darkness before not even nothingness. 
Karen, his wife, sat by him.

Finally, the doctor stepped back, turned and 
gave her a thumbs up.
The nurse began to clean Plankton's face, 
wiping away the excess saliva and bleeding 
with gentle touch.

Karen follows as they wheel him out.

His bed was pushed into a small cubicle, his 
breathing slow and even.

In stumbled SpongeBob.

Karen smiles. "The surgery went well, he's 
just sleeping it off," she assured.

SpongeBob's taking in the beeping monitors. 
"What's all this for?" he asks, curiosity 
piqued.

"To make sure he's ok while he's asleep," 
Karen explained. "The doctor said he'd be 
out for a little while."

The yellow sponge nodded, his gaze 
lingering on the small wads of gauze 
peeking out from the sides of Plankton's 
mouth. "What's that?" he asks.

"It's to help absorb.."

Sponge Bob took in the sight of Plankton, 
who had begun to drool slightly onto the 
pillow beneath his head. The saliva pooled. 
"Oh no, Plankton. You're drooling!"

Sponge Bob watched as drool continued to 
form like a thin string connecting Plankton's 
mouth to the pillow. 
Karen chuckled softly. "It's normal, Sponge 
Bob. He won't feel it as he's asleep."

SpongeBob nodded, but curiosity remained.

"Can I... I mean, should I... wipe it up?" he 
asks.

Karen laughs. "It's ok, they'd take care of it. 
Just let him rest."

"I promise to be super gentle"

Karen nodded, a small smile playing. 
"Alright. Just be careful."
His movements were deliberate, eyes never 
leaving Plankton's mouth as he approached. 
The drool strand grew longer, a tiny bridge 
between his friend and the pillow.
The droplet fell away, landing on the pillow 
with a soft splat. Plankton stirred slightly but 
didn't wake. 
"It's fine. He's going to be a bit out of it when 
he wakes up anyway. Why don't you try 
talking to him while we wait for him to wake? 
It might help him feel more at ease."

"Hey it's Sponge Bob. You're ok, just having 
a little nap. No Krabby Patties to steal right 
now," he added with a chuckle.

Plankton's eye began to flutter, a sure sign 
that he was slowly coming back to 
consciousness. His body twitched, the 
anesthesia wearing off. "Looks like he's 
waking up," she said.

Karen leaned closer, her hand reaching out 
to gently squeeze his. "Honey, it's me," she 
whispered. "You're ok."

Plankton's unfocused and glazed. 
"Where... what... happened?" he mumbled. 
"You had wisdom teeth removed. You're in 
recovery," she said, voice soothing.

Plankton blinked. "Wis...wis...what?"

"You had a little...uh...dental appointment," 
SpongeBob said.

"Teeth...gone?" he mumbled, still groggy.

"You're fine," she assured.

"I feel... funny," he giggled, voice silly.

"Just relax, Plankton," Karen said. 
"But...but I wanna...see!" Plankton protested, 
arms flailing weakly. 
"Plankton, you need rest."

"But I'm not tired!" he exclaimed, as his head 
lolled back onto the pillow.
"I... I want to dance," he said, voice still 
slurred, which only resulted in more drool 
escaping.
"First, you gotta get better," she said, voice 
earnest.

Plankton's giggles grew, his eye half-closed. 
"But I'm already the best... at... at... at... " he 
mumbled, trailing off.

"It's anesthesia," the nurse chimed in. "It can 
make people say some funny things. You're 
just feeling a bit loopy, Plankton. You'll be 
back to your usual self soon."

Plankton's giggles grew softer, his eye 
struggling to stay open. "But... but... I'm not 
tired," he protested weakly, his voice a mere 
whisper. His eyelid began to droop once 
more.

Sponge Bob leaned in. "You just had 
surgery, Plankton. You need to rest," he said 
firmly.

Plankton's giggles turned into snores, his 
tiny body giving in despite his protests.

"He's going to be out for a while," the nurse 
said. "Anesthesia can take time to wear off 
completely."

Karen nodded, watching his chest rise and 
fall with each snore. Sponge Bob reached 
out and lightly patted Plankton's arm.
Plankton's snores grew quieter and stirred, 
eye cracking.

"Wha... SpongeBob?" he mumbled, groggy.

Sponge Bob's heart swelled at the sight of 
his confused expression. "Just keeping you 
company as you wake."

Plankton's eye rolled to the side. "Wha... 
what are you doing?" he slurred, his voice 
barely above a whisper. He tried to lift his 
hand to his mouth, but it flopped back down 
onto the bed with a limp thud. "Drool? I...I 
can't stop," he mumbled, his drool pooling 
around the fresh gauze.

Sponge Bob chuckles. "It's ok, Plankton," he 
said.

Plankton's eye narrows. "Not funny," he 
mumbled, words barely intelligible. Yet as he 
said it, another string of drool began to form, 
stretching from his mouth to the pillow.

Sponge Bob's chuckles grew. "I know, I 
know. It's just... you're so... so... " he couldn't 
find words, laughter took over.

Plankton's unable to control his drool. "I'm 
so...so...so..." he tried to form a coherent 
thought.

"So what, Plankton?"

"I'm...I'm not...not...drooling," he managed to 
say, words barely coherent.

But even as he spoke, a new droplet formed 
at the corner of his mouth. "You sure?" 
"St...stop," Plankton managed to mumble, 
his mouth open and drooling again. 
"It's...it's...embarrassing."

Sponge Bob smiled. "I know, you're ok. The 
surgery went well," he said. "Alright, we can 
get him ready to go home now," says nurse. 

They carefully lift Plankton from the bed, 
body still limp from the anesthesia.

"You ok?"

"Mm-hmm," Plankton mumbled, head lolling 
to one side. He struggled to keep his eye 
open, but the medication was too strong. 
Plankton's eye drooped shut once more, his 
snores echoing through the hall. "Whoa, 
there he goes again…"

"He's still pretty out of it," she said.

Plankton's head lolled to the side, his mouth 
hanging open. "Whoa, Plankton, wake up," 
Sponge Bob said, gently shaking his 
shoulder.

"Mmph," Plankton mumbled, his eye 
cracking open. "Where...are we?"

"Almost to the car," Karen said. "Just a bit 
longer."

But Plankton's eyelid grew heavier.

The nurse disappeared through the doors, 
leaving Karen and Sponge Bob to maneuver 
Plankton into a more upright position. His 
head kept flopping to one side, his snores 
grew louder. "Come on, Plankton, stay with 
us," Karen urged.

Sponge Bob leaned close. "You ok?" he 
asked, patting Plankton's shoulder.

Plankton's head lolled to the side, eye half-
open. "Mmph...tired," he mumbled.

Karen managed to get him in, his body 
collapsing into the seat like a ragdoll. She 
buckled him in. "You're gonna be ok," she 
whispered.

Sponge Bob climbed into the backseat.

Karen started the engine. "Let's get him 
home."

The car ride was a blur of Plankton's snores 
and occasional mumble. Sponge Bob sat in 
the back, his hand on Plankton's shoulder, 
keeping his friend from lolling too far to the 
side.

Each time Plankton nodded off, his mouth 
would droop, and gauze would slip out.

"Plankton, gotta keep it in."

Plankton mumbled something incoherent, 
his mouth still open and drooling.

Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his hand ready 
to catch the gauze if it fell out again. 
Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking 
around the car. "Just stay with us, ok?"

Sponge Bob nodded, hand on Plankton's 
shoulder. He watched as Plankton's eye 
drooped, the gauze slipping again. He 
leaned over and gently pushed it back.

"We're almost there."
 Karen chuckled from the driver's seat.

Sponge Bob’s grip on Plankton's shoulder 
tightening slightly. "Want to play a game?"

"Mmph...game?" he mumbled.

"I spy with my little eye, something..."

But Plankton's head had already dropped 
back, snores echoing. Karen glanced in the 
mirror. "I think he's out for the count," she 
said.

Sponge Bob was still vigilant, making sure 
Plankton didn't tumble out of the car. With 
Karen's help, they managed to get him to the 
couch. Sponge Bob helped prop Plankton 
up, careful not to jostle him too much. 
Everything’s just fine. 

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The evening in the quiet suburban street was punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of a lonely grandfather clock. In 
the corner of a small, meticulously organized study, Plankton sat hunched over his desk, the glow of her 
computer screen casting a pale blue hue across his furrowed brow. His eye, usually bright with the spark of a 
million ideas, was now bloodshot and weary, darting back and forth as he scanned the digital documents 
sprawled across his dual monitors.

Karen, his devoted wife, peered through the crack in the door, her concern etched on her face. She knew the 
signs of his insomnia all too well: the way his fingers danced erratically on the keyboard, his occasional sighs of 
frustration, and the jittery way he'd bounce his leg when he was stuck on a problem. She gently pushed the door 
open, the faint squeak alerting him to her presence. "Plankton, it's 2 AM. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" she asked 
softly, her voice carrying the gentle lilt of a concerned wife.

Plankton spun around in his chair, the sudden movement sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him. He 
rubbed his eye, trying to erase the fog of exhaustion. "Karen, I'm so close. This new invention could change 
everything. Just one more hour, I promise," he replied, his voice hopeful yet strained. She knew that tone, the one 
that meant he'd be up until dawn.

Karen stepped into the room, her form a stark contrast to the stark office decor. She approached 
him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've been at it for days," she said, her voice filled with a 
mix of concern and understanding. "Maybe a break is what you need."

He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. "I know you're right," Plankton admitted, his shoulders slumping in 
defeat. "But if I stop now, I might lose the thread of thought."

"You're always so driven," Karen said, with a warm affection that had only grown stronger over the years. "But 
even 'bad guys' need to rest."

With a weary smile, Plankton nodded, his gaze lingering on the screens before he reluctantly shut them down. 
The room plunged into darkness, save for the moon's soft glow filtering through the blinds. Karen guided him to 
the bedroom, her hand a gentle reassurance in the night. She knew the wheels in his mind were still turning, 
trying to piece together the elusive solution to his latest project.

Once in bed, Plankton lay on his back, his mind racing with possibilities and calculations. Karen, ever the 
nurturer, suggested a warm cup of tea to help him unwind. She disappeared into the kitchen. While she was 
gone, Plankton's eye remained open, staring at the ceiling. He 
felt the weight of his eyelid but sleep remained a distant shore, unreachable despite the gentle tug of fatigue.

Karen returned with a steaming cup of chamomile, the aroma wafting through the air like a whispered promise 
of slumber. She placed it on the nightstand and climbed into bed, curling up beside him. "Here, sip this," she 
urged, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "It'll help you relax."

Plankton took a tentative sip, the warm liquid coating his throat with a comforting warmth. He closed his eye, 
willing his brain to slow down, but the ideas continued to swirl like a tornado in a teacup. He could feel the heat 
radiating from Karen's screen, a gentle reminder of the connection that waited for him outside his labyrinth of 
thoughts.

Karen's hand found his, her thumb tracing small, soothing circles against his palm. "Breathe with me," she 
whispered. "In, out." Plankton followed her lead, their breaths synchronizing in the quiet of the night. The tension 
in his body began to uncoil, the storm in his mind gradually abating.

As they lay there, Karen studied his profile, the shadows playing across his face. She knew the look of 
determination that etched his features so well. "What's keeping you up?" she asked, her voice barely a murmur.

Plankton sighed, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "It's the Krabby Patty formula," he confessed. "I can't 
crack it." His frustration was palpable, a silent scream in the serene night.

"You're still working on that?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and concern. The Krabby 
Patty, a secret recipe guarded by Mr. Krabs that could make or break their business.

"I have to," Plankton said, his voice low and serious.

Karen nodded, racing for a solution. "Why don't you tell me about it?" she suggested. "Sometimes talking it out 
can help."

Plankton took a deep breath and began to recount his thoughts, his voice a low murmur in the darkness. He 
spoke of the countless ingredients he'd tried and the endless experiments he'd conducted, all in pursuit of the 
perfect Krabby Patty. Karen listened intently, her screen never leaving his face, her grip on his hand never 
wavering. As he talked, the tension in his voice began to ease, the words coming out slower, softer.

The warmth of the tea and the gentle pressure of Karen's thumb on his hand lulled him into a state of semi-
consciousness. The room grew warmer, the shadows on the ceiling morphing into shapes that danced to the 
rhythm of his words.

Karen noticed the change in his breathing, the softening of his grip, her voice a soft 
hum in the night.

"I think I'm getting there," Plankton mumbled, his words beginning to slur. She took his almost-empty cup and set 
it aside, then moved closer, her arm wrapping around him. Her touch was a comforting blanket, a 
familiar anchor in the sea of his thoughts.

"Just focus on my voice," Karen whispered, her tone a gentle wave. "Imagine we're on a beach, the waves 
lapping." Plankton nodded slightly, his breathing deepening as he pictured the scene she described. "The 
sand is warm, and the stars are out, twinkling like the little bits of genius in your mind."
He took another deep breath, the salty scent of the sea mingling with the chamomile in his nose. His body 
began to relax, the tightness in his shoulders dissipating like the fog of an early morning. Karen continued her 
soothing monologue, painting a vivid picture of a serene beach under a starlit sky, their favorite place to escape 
the stresses of their lives.
Her voice grew quieter, a gentle lullaby of words that whispered through the dark. Plankton's eyelid grew heavier, 
his thoughts drifting further and further away from the Krabby Patty formula.
Karen watched him closely, her gaze never leaving his face. His breathing grew steadier, the lines of tension 
smoothing out as he sank deeper into the realm of sleep.
Karen waited for any sign that Plankton was still awake. She reached out and gently poked his 
arm. No response.
She pulled the blanket up, tucking him in gently, her hand lingering there for a moment longer, feeling 
the warmth of him beneath the fabric.
She reached over to gently stroke his cheek. His skin was warm, and she felt the soft 
rumble of a snore vibrate against her fingertips. He was out.
"Plankton," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She waited for a response, for the flicker of his eye or the 
twitch of his antennae that would indicate he was still with her. Nothing. 
She knew the moment he finally let go, when his hand relaxed in hers and his grip went slack. 
Leaning closer, she held her hand hovering over his chest to feel the gentle rise and fall of his 
breathing. It was steady, deep. Satisfied, she allowed herself a small smile. Plankton was finally asleep.
The steady rhythm of his breathing grew deeper, the soft snores that occasionally pierced the silence growing 
more frequent, brow smoothed out, relaxed.
She searched his face for any flicker of consciousness, any sign that he was aware of her touch. But there was 
none. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open as he took in deep, even breaths. "You did it," she 
whispered to. She knew that his mind had finally found the peace it had been seeking. The room was still, save 
for the faint sound of the occasional snore from Plankton. His snores grew deeper, the rhythm of his breathing 
more regular, more rhythmic, and she knew he was in a deep sleep.
With a soft smile, she whispered, "Goodnight, Plankton," and gently stroked his antennae. Her hand lingered for a 
moment before she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of their limbs. The bedside lamp cast a warm 
glow across the room, but she knew better than to disturb him with its light. She gently disentangled her hand 
from his and slid out of bed.
She squeezed his hand gently, a silent 'goodnight' and a promise of support for when he'd wake to tackle the 
problem anew. His features were slack, his mouth slightly open, emitting the faintest snore.

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"ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵐᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵉˡˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ
ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ˢʰᵉᵈᵈᵉᵈ‧‧‧"
ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ
ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵇʸ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᴵˢ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ?" ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗ‧ "ᔆᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ
ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒᶻᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ
ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ ˢᵒⁿᵒʳᵒᵘˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰˢ‧
ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʷ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵃʳᵐ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ
ᔆᵖᵒᵗ⸴ ˡᵉᵍ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵃᵗᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ
ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ
ᴷʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᴾᵃᵗᵗʸ‧ "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ⸴ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧‧‧" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ
ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁱᵗ‧ End finale

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(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 doin’?" 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.

new copepod autism plaren 7

NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON ii
(Autistic author)

The doctor stepped in, 
his tentacles moving 
gently as he spoke. 
"Mr. Plankton, it's 
important to stay 
calm. This is a 
big change. Can
you tell me your name?"

Plankton's gaze 
flicked from Karen 
to Dr. Kelp, his 
expression a mask 
of confusion. 
"I'm Plankton," he 
managed to say, his 
voice shaky.

The doctor nodded, 
his tentacles still 
and calm. "Good. That's 
good, Mr. Plankton. Do 
you know where you 
are?"

Plankton's eye 
darted around the 
room again, his 
breathing growing 
rapid and shallow. 
He looked down
and then back up at 
Karen. "What's happening?"
he repeated for the third 
time, his voice 
now a little more 
frantic.

Karen's heart 
was in her throat. 
The doctor's 
explanation was 
beginning to take 
root in her mind, 
and she could see 
the stark reality 
of their situation. 
Plankton's repetition, 
his difficulty with 
understanding new 
surroundings and his 
increased sensitivity 
to sound—these were 
all hallmarks of his 
new autism.

The doctor 
continued his 
assessment.

"Mr. Plankton, 
can you tell me 
your wife's name?" 
he prompted.

Plankton's gaze 
shifted to Karen, 
his expression 
becoming more 
focused, as if her 
presence was the 
only familiar 
thing in the room. 
"Karen," he said, 
his voice 
softening slightly.

The doctor 
nodded, making 
a note on his 
clipboard. "Good. 
Now, can you tell 
me what happened 
before you woke up?"

Plankton's eye 
flitted back to 
Karen, searching 
for answers. 

He began to 
rock slightly, his 
body moving in 
a rhythmic 
motion, a common 
self-soothing behavior 
for those on the 
autism spectrum. 
Karen recognized 
it immediately
but seeing it in 
Plankton was 
jarring.

His gaze darted 
around the room, 
his pupil dilating 
with every new 
sound or movement. 
The doctor's tentacles 
were a blur of 
activity making notes.

"Mr. Plankton, I 
see you're feeling 
You're almost ready
to go back home
with Karen." Dr. Kelp 
says calmly. "Just
one more question, 
if you don't mind. Now, 
can you tell me if you
have any pets?"

Plankton's eye
flitted around the 
room. "Pets? Spot!
Yes, Spot. Amoeba
puppy; Spot.."

The doctor nodded, 
his tentacles 
still scribbling notes. 
"Very good, Mr. Plankton. 
It seems like your long-term 
memory is intact, which is a 
positive sign. Now Karen can
take you home!"

Karen felt a 
wave of relief 
crash over her, but 
it was tinged with 
the stark reality that 
their life was never 
going to be the same. 
Plankton's autistic 
mannerisms were 
now a constant 
reminder of the 
accident—his 
newfound need for 
routine, his heightened 
sensitivity to 
surroundings, and the 
way his eye would 
dance around the room 
as he tried to 
make sense of 
his environment.

As they arrived home, the 
stark reality of their new 
life hit Karen like a wave. 
His once-quick steps had 
been replaced with a 
cautious shuffle, as if the 
very floor beneath him was 
unpredictable.

Inside, Plankton 
was drawn to the 
rhythmic ticking of the 
grandfather clock, 
his eye fixated on the 
second hand's journey. 
Karen watched him. His 
newfound need for 
predictability was 
overwhelmingly apparent.

"Let's sit down," 
she suggested, 
guiding him to their 
couch, which was 
now occupied by
Spot.

Plankton's gaze 
flitted around the 
living room, 
his eye alighting 
on his beloved
amoeba puppy
Spot.

"Spot," he murmured, 
his voice tentative, 
as if unsure if 
his words would 
have the same 
effect they once did.
The pup looked up 
at him, its blob-like 
form shifting 
slightly with excitement.

But instead of the
weariness Plankton 
has shown today, he
joyfully watched Spot's 
movements. Karen felt a 
moment of warmth—
his love for Spot hadn't
changed, nor their usual
interactions.

The doctor had 
told her that routines 
were vital for those 
with his condition. So,
she decided to start 
their day with a 
familiar activity: 
breakfast.

Plankton's eye
lit up at the 
sight of the 
familiar kitchen. 
He took his usual 
seat at the table, 
his hands fidgeting 
with the napkin. Karen
noticed his meticulous
arrangement of his 
silverware, the way 
he lined up his plate 
and cup perfectly 
parallel to the edges.

As she prepared 
their meal, she 
could feel his 
gaze on her, 
his eye darting 
between her and 
Spot, who was now 
playfully chasing 
his own tail in a 
loop around the 
living room.
He began to 
hum a tune, 
his voice off-key 
and repetitive. 
Karen's with love 
despite the 
pain she felt.

The clanging 
of pans was 
loud in the 
silence, making 
Plankton flinch—this 
was going to be 
so much harder 
than she had 
anticipated.

The doctor's 
instructions echoed 
in her mind: 
stick to routine, 
keep things simple.

Karen set the 
breakfast plates 
down carefully, 
each item placed 
exactly where 
Plankton liked it.
His eye grew wide 
as she slid his plate 
closer. He stared at 
the food for a 
moment, then picked 
up his spoon.

The clink of 
metal on porcelain 
was like a gunshot 
to his heightened 
sensitivity. He 
dropped the spoon, 
his hands shooting up 
to cover his head in
distress.

"It's okay, 
sweetheart," Karen 
soothed, moving 
quickly to 
his side. She 
retrieved the 
spoon and set it 
aside, her hand 
trembling slightly.

"You don't 
have to eat 
right now," she 
said softly, her voice 
a gentle caress 
against the tension 
in the room.

Plankton 
nodded slightly, his 
breathing slowing as 
his hands uncovered 
his ears. He 
fidgeted in his 
chair, his eye
darting to the 
ceiling as if 
searching for something.

"Let's go read
a book," Karen suggested, 
desperate to find 
anything that might 
calm his nerves.

Plankton nodded 
slightly, his gaze 
still unfocused. He 
stood up carefully, 
his body moving 
with the precision 
of a man who knew 
his world had changed.

As they approached 
the bookshelf, 
his eye caught 
a glint of metal 
from the corner 
of the room. 
The invention 
that had brought 
them here lay in 
a tangled heap, 
its wires and gears 
silent and 
ominous, giving
him déjà vu.

Plankton stopped, 
his body rigid, 
his gaze locked 
on the machine. 
He stared unblinking, 
his mind racing 
back to the crash.

Karen notices his
suddenly unmoving
form and gets concerned.

"Plankton?" she calls
softly, but he doesn't
react.

His entire being 
seemed to be 
consumed by the 
wreckage of his 
former life.

The invention, a 
testament to his 
former brilliance, 
now a grim 
reminder of the 
accident.

"Plankton, honey," 
Karen's voice was 
barely a whisper 
as she tried to 
get him to talk. 
He didn't move.

The invention, a 
tangled web of 
wires and gears, 
seemed to hold 
his gaze captive. 
It was the very 
machine that had 
caused this 
transformation.

Karen followed 
his gaze, her heart 
sinking as she 
realized the source 
of his distress.

"Let's go to 
another room," she 
suggested gently, 
her hand resting 
on his arm. 
But he didn't move.

Karen felt the 
weight of the 
moment settle 
heavily on her 
shoulders. It was 
time to face the 
reality of their new 
life together—a 
life where Plankton's 
once sharp wit and 
innovative spirit 
were now clouded by 
a disorder she 
was only beginning to
understand.

Her heart 
swelled with 
sorrow as she 
observed his 
interaction with 
the inanimate objects 
around him. The 
love she had for 
him remained 
unshaken, but the 
thought of what 
they had lost—what 
he had lost—was 
almost too much to 
bear.

"Come on," she 
coaxed, her voice 
gentle as a lullaby. 
"Let's go to the 
living room. I'll 
read you a story?"

Yet Plankton remains
frozen. So Karen made a 
decision. She 
couldn't bear the 
thought of that 
accursed machine 
looming over them, 
a constant 
reminder of the 
tragic turn their lives 
had taken.

With a fierce 
determination she 
hadn't felt in 
ages, she strode 
over to the invention 
and began to dismantle 
it, piece by painful 
piece.

The metal 
clanked and clattered 
as she worked, 
her movements 
quick and sure, 
each part coming 
off with a 
satisfying crunch. 
Plankton's eye 
followed her, his 
expression unreadable.

When the last 
piece was removed, 
his gaze lifted 
to meet hers, 
his eye filled 
with something 
that looked akin 
to gratitude.

"Thank you, Karen," 
Plankton murmured, 
his voice a 
quiet rumble in 
the stillness of the 
now bare room.

Karen paused in 
her task, her eyes 
meeting his with a 
surprised expression. 
This was the first
time since the 
accident that he had 
spoken to her with 
anything other than 
fear or confusion.

"You're welcome," 
she said, her voice 
choked with emotion.

new neurobehavioral plankton plaren ii

SWEET CWEAM pt. 2

Plankton's gaze 
shifted to the ceiling, 
where shadows danced in 
the harsh fluorescent light. 
He tried to remember, but 
his thoughts were like 
grains of sand slipping 
through his fingers.

"Karen," he 
whispered, his voice 
tiny and lost. "My tweef?"

Her smile never 
wavered, her eyes 
steady on his. "Don't 
worry about your teeth 
now. They're all taken 
care of."

Plankton's mind 
raced, trying to grasp 
the concept of missing 
teeth. He 
swallowed, the 
movement painfully 
sluggish in his throat. 
"Buh... buth how?"

"They used a special kind 
of sleepy medicine," she 
explained, her voice a 
calm lullaby in the stark 
reality of the recovery 
room. "It made sure you 
didn't feel any pain."

Plankton's eye
grew rounder still, 
his curiosity piqued. 
He felt a strange giggle 
bubble up from his chest, 
the absurdity of the 
situation tickling his 
funny bone. "Sleeby 
meds?" he 
repeated, the words 
coming out like a 
slurred song.

The nurse, used to 
seeing patients in various 
states of post-op confusion, 
just smiled. "Yes, the 
sleepy medicine," she 
said, her voice a comforting 
lilt. "It's to keep you calm 
and pain-free."

Plankton's eye
wandered to the IV 
drip next to his bed, 
the clear fluid snaking into 
his arm. "Meee," he 
managed.

The nurse 
followed his gaze and 
explained, "That's just 
some fluids to keep 
you hydrated, Mr. Plankton. 
You've been asleep for a 
little while."

Karen watched as 
his eye grew distant, 
his mind adrift in the 
sea of anesthesia. The 
drool trickled down 
his chin, and she 
tenderly dabbed it away 
with a tissue. "Do you 
remember anything?"

Plankton's gaze 
flickered, and a faint 
smile tugged at his 
numb lips. "I 'member 
flying," he murmured, 
his voice a whisper of a 
dream. "I thaw youw were 
thewe," he said, his eye
half-closed. "Youw wuz 
a buttefly."

Karen's eyes 
sparkled with a mix of 
amusement and concern. 
"I was a butterfly?" she 
repeated, playing along. 
"That's sweet, Plankton."

He nodded, his 
eye glazed with a 
dreamy expression. "Yew 
wuz," he insisted, 
his voice still slurred.

Karen couldn't help but 
laugh, the tension of the 
day finally breaking. "Okay, 
my little butterfly," she 
whispered, her thumb 
brushing his cheek. "Why 
don't we go home?"

The nurse nodded, 
preparing the discharge 
papers. "You can take him 
now," she said, handing 
them to Karen. "Make sure 
he gets plenty of rest and 
stick to soft foods for the 
next few days."

Karen helped 
Plankton to his feet, his 
body protesting the 
sudden movement. He 
swayed like a willow in the 
wind, his arm draped 
heavily over her shoulders. 
Together, they shuffled out 
of the recovery room, 
his feet dragging against 
the floor as if tethered 
to an invisible weight.

The numbness in his 
mouth had spread to 
his cheeks, giving 
his face a lopsided 
smile that made him feel 
like a clown, his mouth 
still frozen in a 
lopsided smile as he chuckles. 

Karen led him out 
of the clinic. Plankton’s eye
closed as he
suddenly tilted onto
her, letting out 
a little snorelike snort.

"Plankton, wake up," 
she giggled, half-supporting 
his weight. 
The fresh air hit 
his face like a slap, 
waking him up just 
enough to realize 
his mouth was still 
as numb as a brick. 
He tried to speak, 
but it was like his 
tongue had forgotten 
how to move.

"Wha...?" he mumbled, 
his eye searching 
for understanding.

The world around 
Plankton was a 
blur of shapes and 
colors.

"Walky," he 
slurred, his legs 
like jelly under him.
Karen guided him to the car, 
his legs moving as if 
through molasses.

Once inside, he 
fidgeted with the 
seatbelt, his fingers 
refusing to cooperate. 
"Let me," she said, 
buckling him in, making 
his eye go wide again.

"Thathks," he 
muttered, “I thee
the twess," he said, 
his voice filled with 
wonder as if 
he had just been born.

Karen chuckled, 
starting the car. The 
engine hummed to life, 
and Plankton's eye 
followed the world as it 
moved past the window, 
his gaze unfocused and 
innocent.

"Lookit the twess," he 
said, his voice filled 
with awe. "They'we aww
bending to shay hewwo."

Karen couldn't help but 
laugh at his slurred 
words. "Yes, they do that 
when it's windy," she 
explained, her voice a 
comforting balm to his 
confused mind.

new sweet cweam plaren 2

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.

Karen’s glad she turned their
security cameras on record. Of
course, she didn’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. "It’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 he’s too out of it to play
it cool in front of Sponge Bob. He’s 
always wanted him as a good friend
but his pride usually stops him; but
now, with no filter, Plankton’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."

new sweet cweam plaren 4

"Ok, Plankton I'm going to give you something to help you relax."

The nurse prepped a syringe, the cold liquid sliding into his gum line. The doctor's voice grew distant. Karen's hand tightened around his, as the anesthesia took hold. Plankton closed his eye, numbness spread. He felt his heart rate slow and his muscles relax as the world around him faded to a gentle buzz. 
The anesthetic was administered, and doctor's instructions to count back from ten echoed in his mind, but he never made it past seven.

The doctor's skilled extracted the troublesome teeth. Plankton's face remained still, his breathing deep and even under the influence of the anesthesia.

Karen squeezed his hand again, hoping he could feel her support through the unconsciousness.

The doctor's face broke to a satisfied smile. "All done," he said, gesturing to the nurse to start cleaning up. "Everything went smoothly." Karen nodded to express her gratitude. "We'll keep him here for a bit longer to make sure he's fully recovered from the anesthesia, but you can stay with him."

As the doctor stepped out, Karen pulled up a chair next to Plankton. His features looked almost childlike, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness. He might be trouble, but she cared for him deeply. The nurse bustled around, removing various tubes and monitors attached to him, and soon the room was quiet once more, filled only with the low murmur of the machines.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and Karen sat there, holding his hand.

The nurse finished her work and gave Karen a nod, indicating that she could talk to Plankton if she wanted. Leaning in close, she whispered, "You did good. Just a little bit longer, and you'll be back." Plankton's eye fluttered open, and he groaned, his speech slurred from the anesthesia. "K-Karen?"

"I'm here," she said, smoothing back his antennae. His eye searched for a moment before the reality of the situation set in, and he tried to sit up. "Easy now," Karen said soothingly, gently pushing him back down. "You're okay. The surgery's over. You did great!"

Plankton's gaze darted around the room, trying to focus. "Where... where are they?" he mumbled, his voice thick and groggy.

Plankton's eye narrowed in confusion before drifted shut again. "Did we get... the formula?" he slurred, his mind still clinging to his latest obsession.

Karen couldn't help but chuckle. "Not today. But don't worry." She watching him closely as the anesthesia wore off.
"You've been out.."
 "So, we didn't get it?" he asked.

The nurse turned to them, noticing Plankton awake. "How are you feeling?"

"Woozy," Plankton slurred words thick and slow.

The doctor nodded understandingly. "That's normal. The anesthesia will wear off in a bit, but you'll be feeling a bit out of it for the rest of the day. You'll need to keep that ice on your jaw to reduce the swelling."

Plankton's eye searched Karen's face, his mind still fuzzy.

"Why you smiling?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about how you're going to have to eat mashed peas."

Plankton groaned. "Mashed peas?"

Karen nodded. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you have plenty of jellyfish juice to keep your strength up. Let's get home," Karen said as she helped him to his feet. He swayed slightly, and she went to steady him.

The walk to the car was a blur for Plankton. He leaned heavily on Karen. "Why the floor tiles look like they're moving?" he murmured.

Karen chuckled, her hand round his waist. "It's just playing tricks."

They made their way out to the parking lot Karen opened the door, and Plankton stumbled in, collapsing onto the backseat.

"You ok?" she asked.

"I think... I think I'm ok," Plankton mumbled, eye slowly closing again. "Just need... to sleep."

Karen nodded and got into the driver's seat, starting the engine. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Plankton's head lolled to the side, and he began to snore softly. She couldn't help but chuckle at his vulnerable state. It was a rare sight to see the ever-scheming Plankton so out of commission.

The drive home was smooth. Karen glanced back at him, his face relaxed and peaceful. 
When they arrived at the Chum Bucket, Plankton's snores grew as she helped him in. He barely stirred as she placed a cold pack on his swollen jaw and handed him a glass of jellyfish juice.

Plankton took a sip, his eye fluttering open. "Ah, Karen," he slurred.

His eye were glazed over as he tried to adjust the ice pack. Karen puts it back in the right spot, tucking a pillow behind his head, patting his shoulder gently. "You need strength...."

He reached for the notepad, scribbling illegibly. "Got to keep planning," he mumbled, voice a distant echo of his usual enthusiasm.

Karen couldn't help but chuckle at his determination. "You should focus on getting better."

Plankton's eye widened, and he tried to sit up, knocking the ice pack to the floor. "The formula!" he exclaimed, his words still slurred.

"Shh, it's ok," Karen said, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him back down. "The formula can wait."

He mumbled something about "Krabs" and "plan," but words were too jumbled to make sense. Karen recognized the signs of his usual scheming, even in his state. This was the Plankton she knew, always thinking of his next move, even when he could barely keep his eye open.

As she cleared a space on the cluttered lab bench for him to lie down, she noticed his scribbled notes on the notepad. The words "Patty" and "formula" peeked out from a mess of squiggles and half-formed thoughts. She couldn't help but feel pride. Plankton might be a bit loopy from the anesthesia, but his spirit was sharp. She picked up the pad tried to make sense of the scrawl.

Plankton watched her, his eye tracking her movements. "You're not... stealing my ideas, are you?" he accused, voice still thick with sleep.

"No," Karen said, trying to keep a straight face. 
The room was a swirl of colors and shapes to Plankton as he attempted to focus on Karen's face. He closed his eye. "I'm perfectly... coherent," he slurred, trying to sit up again. The room tilted dangerously, and he had to grab the edge of the bench to steady himself.

"Let's not have you knocking anything over clumsy."

"I'm not clumsy," he protested, his words coming out in a slow drawl.

"Ok," Karen said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "I believe you, Mr. Graceful."

Plankton slumped against the pillow, the effort of arguing too much for his post-surgery state. He mumbled something about jellyfish jelly. Karen shook her head. She knew he'd be back to his usual self in no time, but for now, he needed to rest.

The hours ticked by, the only sounds being Plankton's snores. Karen sat glancing over at him. His chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The surgery had been a success.

As the sun began to set, Plankton stirred. His eye popped open, and looked around the room with a wild look. "Karen, where are we?"

"You're home."

Plankton blinked, gaze unfocused. "Home," he repeated, as if trying to convince himself. "But what about my teeth?"

Karen couldn't help laugh at his bewilderment. "They're gone. The doctor took them out."

Plankton's expression one of shock. "They're really... gone?"

"Yep," Karen said, voice filled with amusement. "You don't have to worry."

Plankton's expression mix of confusion and relief. "But... how? I don't remember anything."

Karen chuckled. "That's anesthesia for you. It's like a vacation from reality."

Plankton blinked, his mind racing to catch up with the situation. "Vacation?" he murmured, the sounding foreign in his mouth. "No, no, no," he protested, flailing about as he tried to sit up. "We must... we must... " His words trailed off through the anesthesia haze.

Karen placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. "Plankton, please. You just had surgery."

"But the Krabby Patty... the formula... we can't lose it," he slurred, voice cracking.

Karen's smile softens. "Don't worry just focus on you getting better."

Plankton stilled, and he nodded slowly, antennae drooping. "Ok," he murmured. "But as soon as I can, we go back to work."

"Of course," Karen said soothingly, pushing him back down onto the makeshift bed.

The room grew quiet again, save for the occasional snore from Plankton and the low hum of lab equipment.

Hours passed by the time Plankton stirred again. His eye blinked open a glimmer of lucidity in his gaze. "Karen?" he called out, his voice still slurred but with a hint of urgency.

"I'm here," she said. She had been keeping watch.

Plankton sat up slowly, the anesthesia's finally lifted. His jaw felt heavy. "How long was I out?"

"A few hours," Karen replied, her voice calm and assuring. She had been expecting this moment, when the fog of the anesthesia would clear.

"I feel like I've been hit by a Krabby Patty press," he grumbled, holding his jaw gingerly.

"It's normal," Karen said, her voice steady. "Give it time. The pain will ease up."

"What about the... the formula?" he asked, his voice strained.

"It's safe," Karen assured him. "Mr. Krabs doesn't even know you're down for the count."

The mention brought a spark of energy to Plankton's eye. He pushed himself to his feet, the cold pack slipping to the floor with a wet thud. "We can't waste time," he said, his voice stronger now. "We must... we must..."

But before he could finish his thought, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he stumbled flailing. Karen caught him, grip firm but gentle, and helped him back down to the bench. "You're not going anywhere."

Plankton groaned, stubbornness battling with his body's insistence on recovery. "But the... the Patty," he mumbled.

"I know," Karen said, her tone a mix of sympathy and amusement. "But you're in no shape right now. Besides, we've got a week of mashed peas to look forward to."

"Why does it have to be mashed peas?"

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AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY v


(Autistic author)



Sandy had always known him as
quick-witted and sharp-tongued,
now he was a shell of his
former self, retreating at the
slightest touch.

Plankton's antennae twitched.
Karen stepped in, her voice firm
but gentle. "It's ok, Sandy.
We're all still learning."

Sandy looked at the plate of
cookies on the floor, regret
flooding her features. She
knew Plankton had liked her
cookies before, but now...

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her
voice thick with emotion. "I had
no idea." She reached for him
again, but Karen stepped in,
shaking her head gently.

"It's okay," Karen said, her tone
soothing. "But remember, he's not
the same Plankton anymore."
Sandy's hand hovered in the
air, her eyes pleading with
Karen for guidance.

Plankton's antennae continued to
twitch as he stared at the
floor, his body a tightly coiled
spring. Karen stepped closer to him,
placing a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay," she whispered to him.

Sandy looked at him, her eyes
filled with a mix of pity and
confusion. "Come on, Plankton,"
she said, her voice softening.

But Plankton's antennae remained
still, his gaze fixed on the
floor. Karen knew he was lost
in his own world, unable to
process Sandy's words through the
sensory overload.

Sandy tried again, her voice a
soft coo. "Look at me, Plankton,"
she said, her hand reaching out
once more. But Plankton flinched,
his antennae flattening against
his head.

"No," he murmured, his voice
trembling. "No."

Sandy's face fell, her eyes
wet with regret.

"I didn't mean to scare him,"
she murmured, her voice barely
above a whisper.

"It's ok, Sandy," Karen said,
her hand still on Plankton's
shoulder. "You just need to be
patient with him."
Karen took a deep breath, her
thoughts racing. "It was a fight
with Mr. Krabs," she said, her
words measured. "It...
changed how his brain works."
Plankton's more
sensitive to sounds, lights,
and touch," she explained. "And
his communication is different
now."

Sandy looked from Karen to Plankton,
her eyes filled with
understanding. "I'm sorry," she said,
her voice gentle. "I didn't know."

Hanna, who had been quietly
observing from the corner,
approached the trio, her gaze
filled with empathy. "It's okay,
Sandy," she said. "We're all still
learning."

The door burst open again, and
SpongeBob bounded in, his usual
cheerfulness a stark contrast to
the solemn mood in the room.
"Hi, everyone!" he exclaimed, his
spongey body bouncing with
energy. "What's all the hub..."

"SpongeBob," Plankton 
exclaimed, his antennae
perking up slightly.

SpongeBob's eyes widened in
surprise at the rare display of
joy from Plankton.

The sudden change in Plankton's
demeanor was like a switch had
been flipped. His antennae
stopped twitching, his body
uncoiled slightly. "Sponge Bob,"
he said again, his voice a little
louder this time.

Sponge Bob looked at him with
wonder. "Hi, Plankton!" he said,
his eyes wide. "How are you
feeling?"

Plankton's gaze locked onto
Sponge Bob, and a tentative smile
spread across his face. "Sponge Bob,"
he murmured, his voice filled with
longing.

Sponge Bob's eyes widened with
surprise. "Plankton!" he exclaimed,
his usual cheerfulness amplified.
He moved closer to his friend, his
body language open and welcoming.

Plankton's antennae quivered slightly
as he watched Sponge Bob give
him a gentle pat on the back.
But Plankton didn't flinch this
time. Instead, his antennae curled
forward slightly, as if reaching out for
contact.

Sponge Bob, noticing the subtle
change in his friend, took a seat
beside him. "You okay, buddy?"
he asked, his voice a gentle
whisper.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
quivering with the effort to
stay still. "Sponge Bob good," he
murmured, his eye focusing
on the familiar figure.

Sponge Bob's touch was
comforting, a gentle reminder of
times when the world wasn't so
overwhelming. Plankton's
body slowly relaxed under the
warmth of the friendship.

Sandy and Hanna watched in
silence as Sponge Bob's gentle
presence seemed to soothe Plankton.
His antennae stilled, his body
unfurling slightly from its tight
coil of anxiety.

Sponge Bob, ever the optimist,
beamed at Plankton. "I brought
you some jellyfishing nets," he
offered, holding up a small
sack. "Thought we could go for a
catch, like old times!"

Plankton's antennae shot
straight up, his excitement palpable.
"Jellyfishing?" he asked, his voice
filled with hope.

Sponge Bob's grin grew wider.
"You bet, Plankton!" he exclaimed.
"Just like the good old days!"

Plankton's antennae quivered with
excitement. "Good," he murmured,
his eye lighting up. The mention
of jellyfishing brought back
memories of simpler times, before
his world had been turned upside
down. "Yes," he murmured, his voice
eager. "Jellyfishing."

Karen watched the interaction
between Sponge Bob and Plankton,
relief washing over her. She knew
how much Sponge Bob had always
meant to Plankton, and seeing
his positive effect was a
comforting balm.

Sponge Bob's presence had
calmed the storm of emotions and
sensory overload that had been
building within Plankton. He was
now sitting up straight in his
chair, his antennae waving slightly
with excitement.

Karen watched them, her heart
swelling with gratitude for Sponge
Bob. She knew that Plankton
needed friends who understood him,
who could navigate the choppy
waters of his new reality. She took
a deep breath, her eyes meeting
Sponge Bob's.

"Sponge Bob," she began, her
voice shaky. "There's something
important I need to tell you."

Sponge Bob looked at her with
concern. "What's up, Karen?"

Karen took a deep breath,
preparing to share the news. "Plankton's
been diagnosed with autism,"
she said softly.

Sponge Bob's smile faltered for a
moment, but he quickly regained
his composure. "What's that, Karen?"
he asked, his voice filled with
curiosity rather than fear.

Karen took a deep breath, her eyes
welling with tears. "It's a condition
that makes his brain work
differently," she explained. "It's like
his senses are on overload, and
sometimes, the world is just too
much for him to handle."

Sponge Bob's eyes grew wide with
concern. "Too much?" he echoed.
"But Plankton's always been so...
so...spirited!"

Karen nodded, her eyes
moist with unshed tears. "It's not
his spirit, Sponge Bob," she said.
"It's just that now, his brain needs
more time to process things.
And some things that didn't bother
him before are really hard for
him now."

Sponge Bob's gaze drifted to
Plankton, who was now playing with
a jellyfishing net, his antennae
still quivering with excitement.

"It was an accident," Karen
continued, her voice thick with
emotion. "A fight with Mr. Krabs."

"A fight?" he echoed, his
spongy body stiffening.

Karen nodded, her gaze
firm. "Mr. Krabs hit him really
hard," she said. "And it changed
his brain."

Sponge Bob looked at Plankton,
his eyes filled with a new
understanding. He reached out
his hand, and Plankton took it,
his antennae relaxing slightly.
"I'm here for you, buddy," he said,
his voice gentle.

"You can stay, but perhaps save
jellyfishing for another day." Says
Karen, as Sandy and Hanna left.

Sponge Bob nodded, his grip
on Plankton's hand firm. "Whatever
you need, Plankton," he said.

new autism in the plankton family plankarenbob v

AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY iv


(Autistic author)



The front door clicked open, and
Hanna poked her head in, expression
uncertain. "Hi! Is he ok?" she asked,
her voice barely a whisper.

"Come in," Karen called out softly, 
noticing Hanna's worried features.

Hanna stepped into the room, her
movements cautious.

Plankton rocked
slightly in his chair, a subtle
motion that Karen recognized as
his way of self-soothing. It was a
stimming behavior, something he
does now.

Hanna looked from Karen to Plankton,
her gaze questioning. Karen nodded
reassuringly. "He's okay," she
whispered. "He just needs a
moment."

Plankton sat in his chair, his
body moving gently in a rhythmic
rock. It was a new behavior, one
he'd developed since the
diagnosis. Karen had read about
stimming in her research and knew
it helped him to regulate his
sensory input.

Hanna, who had returned with a
cautious hopefulness, took a seat
across from them, curious
as she watched Plankton's
movements.

"What's he doing?" Hanna asked
softly, her voice filled with
concern.

Karen glanced at Plankton,
his body swaying gently in the chair.
"It's called stimming," she explained
calmly. "Plankton, Hanna's here. Do
you want to tell her about what's
happened with you?"

He stopped rocking, his antennae
twitching. He took a deep breath
and nodded slightly.

Hanna leaned in, her eyes full of
sympathy. "What happened, Plankton?"
she asked gently.

Plankton took a deep breath,
his antennae still. "Plankton...
autistic," he murmured, his voice
barely audible.

Hanna's expression shifted from
confusion to concern. "What does
that mean?" she whispered.

Karen took a deep breath,
preparing to explain. "It means
his brain works differently now.
He's more sensitive to sounds,
textures, lights, everything. And
sometimes, it's just too much."

Hanna's eyes widened, her grip
on the chair tightening. 
He swallowed hard, his gaze
dropping to his trembling hands.
"Fight," he began, his voice
still a whisper. "With Krabs."

Her screen filled with
understanding, the pieces
falling into place. "The fight
gave you...this?" she asked, her
voice tentative.

Plankton nodded, his antennae
twitching slightly. "Krabs hit
head," he murmured. "Too much."
The words were simple, but clear.

Hanna's eyes filled with tears
as she looked from Karen to
Plankton. "Oh, Plankton," she
whispered. "I had no idea."

Plankton nodded slightly, his gaze
fixed on his hands. Karen watched
his struggle to communicate, her
heart breaking for him. She knew
autism was a part of him now.

Hanna reached out tentatively,
her hand hovering over Plankton's
shoulder. "Can I...?"

But Plankton flinched, his antennae
shooting up.

"No," he murmured, his voice
strained.

Hanna's hand hovered in midair,
uncertain. She looked to Karen for
guidance. Karen's expression was
sad, but firm. "He's touch averse now,
Hanna," she said gently. "It's part of
his condition. But thanks for asking."

Hanna nodded, her eyes never leaving
Plankton's. She could see the fear
in his eye, the way he shied away
from her touch. She felt a pang of
regret for her earlier behavior.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice
filled with sincerity. "I'd never hurt you.."

Plankton's gaze remained on the
floor. "No touch," he said firmly, his
voice shaky but determined.

Hanna nodded, her hand dropping
back to her side. "Okay," she whispered,
respect in her tone. "I'll remember." 

The doorbell rang, a sharp
intrusion into the quiet of their
makeshift sanctuary. Plankton's
head snapped up, his antennae quivering
with the sudden noise. Karen
stood quickly, moving to the door.

"I'll get it," she murmured to
Plankton, her hand on the doorknob.
"Remember, it's okay."

Plankton nodded, his antennae
still. The door swung open to reveal
Karen's gal pal Sandy, face lit up 
with a smile. "Surprise!" she
exclaimed, her voice too loud for
Plankton's heightened hearing.

Sandy didn't notice the tension
in the room, her eyes bright with
excitement. "I brought cookies!"
she chirped, holding out a plate of
sugary goodies.

Plankton flinched at the sound of
her voice, the sudden change in
environment jolting his senses.
He felt his heart rate spike, his
body preparing for fight or flight.

Sandy saw Karen and Hanna sitting
in front of Plankton.
Sandy knew Plankton's always a
loner, so she didn't catch on, nor
does she know about what
happened to him this week.

"Hi Plankton!" she said cheerfully,
completely unaware of the
sensory minefield she'd just
stumbled into.

Plankton's antennae twitched with
discomfort, the sudden burst of
sensory input overwhelming him. He
swallowed hard, trying to
maintain composure.

"Hi, Sandy," Karen said, her
smile forced. She took the plate
of cookies, hoping to diffuse the
situation. "Thanks for the surprise."

But Sandy's gaze was on Plankton,
who sat stiffly in his chair. "Howdy," 
she said, her voice a little
too bright. "How are you?"

Plankton didn't look up, his
body tense.

"Why ain't ya talking?" Sandy
asked, her cheerfulness fading.

Plankton's antennae twitched, his
body tightening. "Sandy," he murmured,
his voice barely audible.

Sandy's smile faltered, her eyes
narrowing. "What's with you?" she
snapped, her voice sharp. "You're
acting weird!"

Plankton flinched at the harsh
tone, his antennae drooping. He
couldn't explain, not with words
that made sense to him. "No."
He says.

Sandy's smile disappeared, replaced
by a scowl. "What do you mean, 'no'?"
she demanded. "I don't get it,
why are you being so rude, even for you?"
Her voice was loud.

Plankton's eye darted around the
room, searching for an escape from
the confrontation. He felt the
familiar panic rising, his heart
beating faster.

But Sandy wasn't having it. "You
usually got a lot to say, Plankton,"
she said, her tone accusatory.
"What's wrong with you?"

Plankton's antennae flattened
against his head, his eye darting
nervously around the room. He
could feel the pressure building,
his ability to communicate slipping
away under the weight of her
frustration. "Sorry," he murmured,
his voice a mere whisper.

Sandy's frown deepened. "Sorry?
What for? You're acting like a
sulfur-brain, Plankton!"
Her words were a slap to his face,
each syllable a jab at his already
fragile state.

"Can't ya at least say hi back‽"
She demanded.

"Hi back." Plankton replied.

Sandy thought he's trying to
be rude. "You're
always so full of it, but now you
can't even bother to talk?"

Her words cut through the
tension like a knife, slicing
into the quiet sanctuary they
had built. Plankton's antennae
twitched erratically, a silent
testament to his rising anxiety.

But Sandy was
on a roll, her frustration with
his lack of response fueling
her accusations.

"You know what? Forget it," she
huffed, throwing the cookies down
right in front of Plankton.

The sharp clatter of the plate
was like a gunshot to his
overstimulated senses. He
flinched, his antennae shooting
straight up. "It's like you're not even
trying!" Sandy's voice was a
whirlwind of accusation.

Plankton felt his control slipping,
his thoughts racing. "Sandy,"
he tried again, his voice strained.
"Plankton not good now."

But Sandy's irritation had turned
to anger. "What's your problem,
Plankton? You've always been a
tiny troublemaker, but now
you can't even have a simple
conversation?"

The room grew tense, and 
Plankton started rocking
trying not to let the tears
in his eye fall.

Sandy's eyes narrowed, her
frustration with Plankton's new
behaviors growing. "What's with
the rocking?" she snapped.

Plankton's rocking grew more
pronounced, his antennae
twitching rapidly.

Sandy got even more annoyed.

Her voice grew louder.

"Stop that!" she barked, startling
Plankton more. He stopped rocking  
but he starts shaking.

Sandy's fury was a storm, her 
words stinging like hailstones. "Why
are you acting so crazy?" she
demanded, her voice laced with
disgust.

Plankton's antennae drooped, his
body trembling. The room was too
loud, too bright, too much.

Sandy's tone grew sharper, her
frustration palpable. "What's gotten
into you, Plankton?" she snapped.
"You're acting like you're not even
here!" Plankton's eye darted to Karen,
his silent plea for help evident.
Karen took a deep breath,
stepping into the fray. "Sandy, I
need to tell you something," Karen 
began, her voice steady 
despite the storm of emotions 
swirling within her. "There's
something we need you to know."

Sandy's scowl didn't fade. "What
could possibly be more important
than a simple hello?" she spat out.

Karen took a deep breath, her
hands clenched into fists at her side.
"It's not simple, Sandy," she began, her
voice tight. "Plankton had an accident.
A really bad one."

Sandy's expression morphed from
anger to confusion. "What do you mean,
an accident?" she asked, her voice
softening slightly.

Karen's screen was a mix of
sadness and determination. "He
got into a fight with Mr. Krabs,"
she said, her voice measured. "And
he hit his head. Hard.
It... changed him. Plankton's been
diagnosed with autism,
Sandy," she said gently.

Sandy's expression went from
confusion to shock. "What?" she
whispered, her anger forgotten.

Sandy looked at Plankton,
his antennae drooping, his body
shaking.

Her eyes filled with horror as
she took in the scene before her.
"Oh my stars," she breathed, her
hands reaching out.

But he shrank away from her.
"No touch," Plankton murmured, his
body curling inward, antennae 
quivered with anxiety.

Her heart sank. "Oh, Plankton,"
she murmured, her voice filled
with regret.

new autism in the plankton family gal pals iv

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⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ Part 2
"ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵘⁱˢᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ
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ⁿᵒʷ ᵒᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧ 
'ᴳʳᵉᵃᵗ‧ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ! ᴼᵘᵗᵗᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ 
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ʰⁱᵐ ᵖˡᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ‧ 'ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ʷⁱˡˡ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ?' ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ‧
ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒⁿ‧ "ᵀᵒ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ!"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗ
ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵒʷ ⁱⁿ‧
ᔆʷᵒˡˡᵉⁿ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏˢ⸴ ᵇʳᵘⁱˢᵉˢ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ʲᵃʷ‧
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰˢ ᵃᵗ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ
ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ ʰᵉ
ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵉⁿᵉᵐʸ‧
'ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵒᵘᵗᵗᵃ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒⁿ
ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒⁿ' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ‧ "ᴹʸ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ
ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ
ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ⸴ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ‧‧‧" "‧‧‧ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ
ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ‧
"ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‽" 'ᴼᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱⁿ'
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ
ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱⁿ‧ "ᴳᵒ
ᵃʷᵃʸ! ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ?" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃʸˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ
ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧
"ᴬᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ‧‧‧" "‧‧‧ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵘᵇ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ‧‧‧"
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢʰᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ
ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁿᵒʷ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ
ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ‧ "ᵀʰᵉ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ‧" ᔆʰᵉ
ˢᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵃᵘᶻᵉ‧ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ
ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ‧
"ᴳᵒ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ⸴ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ˡᵒˢᵗ‧ ʸᵒᵘʷ ʷᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʷᵃⁿᵗ
ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵍʷᵉᵃᵗ‧ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ
ʷⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵘᵖ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ
ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ʰᵘʳᵗ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢⁱᵍʰᵉᵈ‧ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ
ᴵ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉ! ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ
ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃʷʷᵉᵈ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ?"
"ᴵ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ‧‧‧" "ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ⸴ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ
ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜⁱⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍᵍᵉᵈ⸴ ⁱᵐᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧"
"ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ
ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵃᵛᵉ
ᵐᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵘᵍ‧‧‧"
ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗʳᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ
ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵘᵍ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ‧‧" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʸˢ‧ "ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵃˡˡ
ʸᵒᵘʷ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ; ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ‧"
"ᴮᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱˢᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ‧
"ᴵᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳˢ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃʸ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ˡᵉᶠᵗ 'ᵉᵐ‧
ᴴᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵒ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʲᵘˢᵗ
ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷʰᵉˡᵐᵉᵈ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ‧ ᔆᵒ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᵗ
ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵒⁿ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉ‧
"ᴰᵃᵈᵈʸ⸴ ʰⁱ!" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᴾᵉᵃʳˡ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐ‧
"ᴴᵉʸ ᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜᵉᵗᵃᶜᵉᵃⁿ‧" "ᴸᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʸ?" ᔆʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ
ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵘⁿᵉⁿᵗʰᵘˢⁱᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ˡᵒᵒᵏ‧ "ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ
ᵒᶜᶜᵘᵖʸⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧" ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖⁱᶜᵏˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧
"ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ? ᴵ'ᵐ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ‧‧‧
ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ‧‧‧" ᴾᵉᵃʳˡ ⁿᵒʷ
ʰᵉᵃʳˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃᵈ‧ "ᴴᵉ'ˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ? ᴼʰ‧ ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃᵏᵉ
ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ʰᵒᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ
ᵖᵉˢᵏʸ ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ‧‧‧
ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵒ ʳᵉˢⁱᵍⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ
ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵒᵗʰ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃʳᵈ‧ ᴮʸᵉ!"
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʰᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ‧ "ᴹʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᴳⁱⁿᵃ
ˢᵃʸˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ‧‧‧" "ᴾᵉᵃʳˡ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ
ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ‧ ᴹᵉ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ʳⁱᵛᵃˡ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉ
ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵉᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ‧" 
'ᴵᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧' ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ
ᵘⁿˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍʸ‧
ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵘʳᵉ⸴ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ
ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ‧ "ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ!"
ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ
ᵘᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵃˢʰ‧ "ᵀʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵏ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ‧"
ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ
ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᔆʰᵉˡᵈᵒⁿ‧‧" "ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ
ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧ ᴺᵒ ʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ
ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵖʳᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏ
ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗʳʸ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧" ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵏ
ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ⁿᵒʷ‧ "ᴳᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ‧‧" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ!" End Finale

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General anesthesia is a combination of medications that provide loss of consciousness, prevent memory formation, and eliminate pain. This allows a patient to have surgery without any memory of the event and to be completely pain free during the procedure.
Most will get a little silly and lightheaded, thence may not even remember things about. 
The goal of general anesthesia is to make a person unconscious and keep him or her that way throughout a procedure. This is so the patient has no awareness or recollection of this procedure, so they have no knowledge it even happened.
General anesthesia does a number of things on top of making a person unconscious. It relieves anxiety, minimizes pain, relaxes muscles (to keep the patient still), and helps block out the memory of the procedure itself. 
Most of the time, when you wake up and the anesthesia effect wears off, you will be confused and overwhelmed, even completely unaware of surroundings. 
Some will be talking without knowing what they’re saying.

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General anaesthesia is a state of controlled unconsciousness. During a general anaesthetic, medicines are used to send you to sleep, so you're unaware of surgery and do not move or feel pain while it's carried out.

General anaesthesia is used for surgical procedures where it's safer or more comfortable for you to be unconscious. It's usually used for long operations or those that would otherwise be very painful.


Just before you have surgery, you'll usually be taken to a room where your anaesthetist will give you the general anaesthetic. 

It will either be given as a:

liquid that's injected into your veins through a cannula (a thin, plastic tube that feeds into a vein, usually on the back of your hand)
gas that you breathe in through a mask
The anaesthetic should take effect very quickly. 
The anaesthetist will stay with you throughout the procedure. They'll make sure you continue to receive the anaesthetic and that you stay in a controlled state of unconsciousness. They'll also give you painkilling medicine into your veins, so that you're comfortable when you wake up.

Recovery
After your operation, the anaesthetist will stop the anaesthetic and you'll gradually wake up. You'll usually be in a recovery room at first, before being transferred to a ward.
General anaesthetics can affect your memory, concentration and reflexes for a day or two, so it's important for a responsible adult to stay with you for at least 24 hours after your operation, if you're allowed to go home. 

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He slurred his words, a side effect of his wisdom tooth surgery.
"W-wha...wha' happened?" he mumbled.
Karen held his hand, her thumb tracing comforting circles on his palm. "You're ok, just had wisdom teeth removed."
Plankton blinked, trying to make sense of the world. "Teeth?" He says through thickness of his mouth. "What teeth?" The nurse then tells "Looks good. Just rest for a bit. The anesthesia can feel loopy."
 A trickle of drool slid down the side of his mouth. He tried to lift his hand.
"H-here," Karen said, gently dabbing at the corner of his mouth. "You're ok. It's normal."
Plankton's eye closed, and he leaned into her touch, the world fading to comforting haze.
"Don't worry," she whispered, stroking him. "I'm here."
Within moments, his breathing grew even, chest rising and falling in gentle rhythm that told her he had succumbed to sleep.
His breathing deepened, mouth slightly agape. Karen watched the rise and fall of his chest, the soft snores that punctuated the silence. The steady beep of the heart monitor was an assuring metronome as she waited.
A droplet of drool had formed and was slowly making its way to the pillow. The nurse told it might happen.
It clung to the edge of his mouth before splattering onto the pillow. His mouth twitched in his sleep, and she wondered if he’s dreaming.
The nurse returns with water and ice chips, placing them on the tray. "He'll need these when he wakes," she instructed. "They'd help with the swelling and keep him hydrated."
Karen nodded. "How long til he's fully awake?" she asked.
"Could be an hour."
The only sounds the occasional snore from Plankton. Drool continued to escape, forming a puddle on the pillow. She wiped it.
She saw the gauze pads tucked in his cheeks. They looked out of place, despite the sleep medication lulled him to.
The door creaked open, and in stumbled SpongeBob. "Plankton! You ok?" he exclaimed.
"Shh, he's sleeping," Karen whispers. "They took his wisdom teeth."
SpongeBob's eyes widened further. "Wisdom teeth? Gosh, Plankton, sounds painful!"
Karen nodded solemnly. "But he's tough. He'll be ok."
Plankton stirred in his sleep, a low groan escaping his throat.
"Shh," Karen soothed, her voice gentle. "You're ok. Just rest."
SpongeBob tiptoed over. "How's he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sleeping it off. The anesthesia wearing off."
SpongeBob nods, eyes not leaving Plankton. "What's with gauze?"
"Helps with bleeding," Karen explained. "It's normal."
SpongeBob's concern palpable. "B-bleeding?"
"It's ok," Karen assured him. "Just a precaution. He'll be fine."
SpongeBob’s gaze lingers. He gently took Plankton's hand, his own fingers wrapping around his. His grip was firm but gentle, a silent promise to be there.
The nurse removes the gauze, leaving his mouth open and vulnerable.
Finally, Plankton's eye flutters open, still clouded by the anesthesia.
"What...wha's goin' on?" he slurred, voice thick and groggy in confusion.
"You had your wisdom teeth out," Karen said.
"Mmph," he managed.
SpongeBob leans in with concern. "You had a little operation. We’re in the recovery room."
Plankton's eye widened slightly, and he tried to sit up, only to be met with dizziness that sent him back. "Mm...Krabby Patty...?" he mumbled.
Karen chuckled. "No, aren’t at the Krusty Krab."
The reality of the situation slowly dawned on him. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. He reached for the cup of water, but his hand trembled, spilling the contents onto the tray.
"Oops," SpongeBob said getting napkins. "Let me help you."
But Plankton's eye had already rolled back into his head, his hand dropping limply to the side, slipping back into the abyss of his drug-induced haze.
The nurse returned, checked his vitals again, expression unchanged by his state. "It's normal as it can take awhile."
SpongeBob fidgeted, eyes never leaving Plankton's face.
"Is he...drooling?"
Karen nodded holding tissue ready. "Just be careful not to wake him up."
"Oh, right. I just wanted to make sure he was ok."
Karen gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "He is. Just let him rest, we're here for him when he wakes."
They sat in companionable silence, only sound the soft snores and occasional dribble. "Is that...normal?" he asked, voice a mix of fascination and horror.
"It's a side effect of the surgery," Karen explained gently, using a fresh tissue to wipe Plankton's mouth. "It can stop when he's fully awake." The nurse checked on him again. "Almost ready to go?"
Karen nods. "Yes, let's get him home. He might be a bit out of it." SpongeBob nods, eager. "I'll help too!"
"Thanks, SpongeBob," Karen said. "But remember, he's going to need lots of rest and quiet. Now, let's get him into the wheelchair."
With Karen's help, they managed to get Plankton into the chair, body limply compliant. His eye remained closed, his breathing even. As they wheeled him out, his snores grew quieter. In the car, Karen adjusted the seat so Plankton could lean back, his mouth still a little slack, drool pooling on the gauze she had placed. His mouth remained slightly open, gauze in his cheeks bulging with each inhale. "Look at the drool," SpongeBob whispered.
"It's just a side effect of the surgery," she said, handing SpongeBob a fresh tissue. "Make sure to keep his mouth clean. We don't want to get too messy." SpongeBob nodded, expression earnest as he took the tissue and began to dab at Plankton's mouth. Plankton's head lolled to the side again, and he let out a snort.
"It's okay, Plankton. We're almost home." she whispered, her voice gentle. Sponge Bob whispered, "I never knew Plankton to be so...so drooly." Karen's eyes remained on the road. "It's a side effect of the surgery," she reminded him. "It's nothing to be too concerned about." Sponge 
Bob nodded, his gaze lingering on Plankton's slack jaw. "We're home," Karen whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sponge Bob nodded, eyes glued to Plankton's still form. "Must we wake him?"
"Wait til we get him inside," Karen said, her voice soft. "He'd be more comfortable in his own bed."
They carefully maneuvered Plankton out of the car, his body still limp with sleep. Karen settled him into his bed, pulling the blankets up. "Leave him be," she said. "He needs his rest. He'll be ok," Karen assured him. "Just let him sleep it off." "I'll keep an eye on him," Sponge Bob offered, pulling up a chair. "Thanks," she said with gratitude. "I'll just be in the next room."
Sponge Bob nodded solemnly, taking his post by Plankton's bedside. He knew Plankton’s surgery had to have been tough on him.  He reached out and touched Plankton's arm. "Rest up, Plankton," he whispered. "I'll be here when you wake.."
Plankton stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping. His eye remained closed, but his hand twitched. SpongeBob leaned in closer, his heart racing.
"You ok, buddy?" he asked.
Plankton's eye opens, tongue thick and unresponsive. He tried to speak, but all that came out was slurred mumble.
"Wha...wha's...goin' on?"
The words were barely discernible, muffled by the gauze in his mouth and the thickness of his own drool. Plankton's trying to make sense of the shadows that surrounded him.
"You're home, Plankton," Sponge Bob said softly. "You had your wisdom teeth removed."
Plankton's mind raced as the fog of anesthesia slowly lifted. "T-teeth?" he slurred barely above a whisper.
SpongeBob nods. "You had your wisdom teeth out. It's ok, you're going to be fine."
He sat in the chair by the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Plankton's chest. The gauze in his mouth was still soaked with drool.
As the light outside began to fade, Plankton stirred again, his eye fluttering. The pain in his mouth was a dull throb now, and the drugs had left him feeling groggy and disoriented. He tried to sit up, but the effort was too much. SpongeBob jumped to his side, his hands gentle as he put Plankton back down onto the pillow.
"Easy," he said. 
Plankton's eye searched, the fog of anesthesia still clouding his thoughts. "Sponge...Bob?" he managed to croak out.
"I'm here, Plankton," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with gentle concern.
Plankton's eye searched SpongeBob's face. "Why...are you...here?"
"I'm here to take care of you got wisdom teeth out, remember?"
Plankton's mouth felt like it was filled with soggy seaweed, thoughts jumbled. "Wisdom teeth?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
SpongeBob nods. "The surgery went well."
Plankton's gaze grew distant as he tried to piece together the events of the day. "What...what happened?"
Sponge Bob took a deep breath, preparing to explain it again. "You had to have your wisdom teeth out. Remember? You've been out of it all day." "My...my teeth?" Plankton repeated, still slurred.
Sponge Bob nods solemnly. "They had to take them out."
Plankton's eye grew even wider. "My...my...precious..."
Sponge Bob gently pushed him back. "It's ok. You don't have to worry. They're gone."
Plankton filled with panic. "Gone? How could I forget?"
SpongeBob looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. "It's the medicine," he said, his voice calm. "It messes with your memory a bit."
Plankton's eye searched the room again, desperation growing with each passing second. "But...but I can't forget!" he slurred. "I can't forget about the...the...what was it again?"
SpongeBob leaned in closer, his voice filled with patience. "Your wisdom teeth. You had them removed."
Plankton's mind a jumble of half-formed thoughts. "Wisdom teeth," he murmured, words tasting foreign on his tongue. "Why would I forget something so...so..." His voice trailed off, and he frowned, his tiny brow furrowing.
Sponge Bob's gaze was steady and reassuring. "It's normal. I never knew you could be so... drool-y." Plankton shot up. "Drooly?"
"Don't worry," SpongeBob said. "It's a temporary side effect." Plankton's eye narrowed, and he managed to slur out, "You better not tell, I'd hate for my reputation to be ruined.."
"Don't worry," Sponge Bob promised. "Your secret's safe."

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"You okay?" Karen's voice was a 
gentle caress in the cold 
antiseptic room.

Plankton nodded, his eye tightly 
shut. The nurse had told him it 
would be quick, that he'd be under 
before he knew it, but that didn't 
stop his heart from thudding like a 
bass drum. He took a deep breath, 
trying to ignore the cold hands 
fussing over him, the tightening 
of the blood pressure cuff around 
his arm.

"Count backward from ten," the 
anesthesiologist's voice was calm 
and steady, as if he did this a 
thousand times a day. Plankton 
obliged, his voice quivering on 
each number. "Ten... nine... eight..."

The world grew fuzzy around the 
edges, the cold metal of the bed 
beneath him feeling like it was 
sinking. "Seven... six... five..." His 
body grew heavier, each breath 
more difficult to draw in. Karen 
squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes 
brimming with tears she refused to 
let fall. The doctor's face grew 
distant, his voice a distant echo.

With a final exhale, the room 
faded to black. Plankton was 
now adrift in a sea of 
oblivion, his bødy relaxed and 
weightless.

 

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The surgical team waited a 
moment, watching the 
monitors. The anesthesiologist 
then nodded to the surgeon, who 
carefully lifted Plankton's eyelid, 
revealing a sti̕ll, unseeing eye, then
shining a light to his pupil before
closing his eyelid again. He 
then took a reflex hammer and 
tapped gently on Plankton's knee. 
No reaction. The nurse noted the 
time. "He's under," she murmured.

They went through the 
checklist, ensuring his bødy was 
completely relaxed, his reflexes 
gone. The surgeon 
smiled at Karen, who had been 
watching anxiously from her seat.
"Everything's going to be okay," he 
assured her. She nodded.

Karen watched, as
Plankton's fac͘e remained 
peaceful, his breathing steady 
under the influence of the 
anesthesia.

The surgery began with a 
whir of instruments. Plankton's mouth 
was propped open, a rubber 
dam holding back his tóngue. The 
surgeon leaned in, peering into the 
cavern of his møuth, a flashlight 
illuminating the pearly white 
teeth and the troublesome 
wisdom teeth that had been 
causing him so much pain. He 
selected a tool, a kind of plier-like 
instrument, and with a gentle but 
firm touch, began to probe at the 
first tooth.

Karen's stߋmach clenched as she 
saw the surgeon's hand move with 
precision, applying just enough 
pressure to loosen the tooth. 
She tried to focus on her 
breathing, willing her heart to 
slow down. The room was filled 
with the faint smell of antiseptic 
and the metallic scent of 
dental instruments. Plankton's 
face remained serene, his chest 
rising and falling steadily as he lay 
unaware of the work being 
performed on him.

The first tooth came out with a 
sudden pop, making Karen flinch. 
The nurse quickly handed over 
a small metal tray, catching the 
tooth as it was extracted. The 
surgeon worked with a 
methodical calm, moving on to the 
next one without pause. Karen 
squeezed her eyes shut for a 
moment, only to open them again 
as she heard the sound of 
Plankton's snoring, the kind that 
only came when he was in a 
deep sleep. It was strange, 
comforting even, to know that 
his bødy was oblivious to the 
paın that had been plaguing him 
for weeks.

The second wisdom tooth proved to 
be more stubborn. The surgeon 
muttered something to his assistant, 
who nodded and handed him a 
different tool. Karen's grip on 
Plankton's hand tightened, her 
knucklєѕ white with tension. She 
could feel the sweat beading on 
his palm despite the coolness of 
the room. The surgeon's 
expression grew more focused, his 
movements more deliberate as 
he worked to free the tooth from 
its bony prıson.

The tension in the room was 
almost palpable. The only 
sounds were the muffled beeps 
of the heart monitor and the 
slight sucking noıse as the 
surgeon worked in Plankton's møuth. 
Karen's eyes darted around the 
surgery, taking in the gleaming 
tools, the blue-green light of the 
overhead lamp, the masked faces of 
the medical staff. The nurse 
noticed her distress and offered a 
reassuring smile, but it did little to 
ease her mind. She wanted to 
scream, to tell them to be careful, 
but she knew better than to 
disturb the surgery.

With a grunt of effort, the 
surgeon finally managed to 
loosen the second tooth. Karen 
could feel Plankton's hand 
spasm in hers, a reflexive response 
that had her heart racing. But 
his face remained serene, his 
snores unchanged. She watched as 
the tooth was lifted out, a tiny 
drop of b!ood escaping from the 
gum. It was placed on the tray 
with its twin, two small, sharp 
reminders of the paın he had 
endured. The surgeon moved to 
the third tooth, his movements 
now more practiced, more 
confident.

The extraction of the third tooth 
was swift, almost anticlimactic. 
The fourth, however, was a 
different story. It was 
impacted, buried deep in the 
bone, and the surgeon's 
expression grew taut as he 
attempted to coax it out. Karen 
could feel the tension in the 
room, the air thick with it. The 
whirring of the drill was a 
steady background noise, 
punctuated by the occasional 
spurt of water and the smell of 
bone dust. Plankton's chest 
continued to rise and fall 
evenly.

The surgeon leaned in closer, 
his brow furrowed with 
concentration. Karen watched 
as beads of sweat formed on 
his forehead, despite the coolness 
of the surgıcal suite. The nurse 
stood by, ready with gauze and 
more tools. Plankton's face was 
a mask of peace, his møuth a 
dısturbıng contrast of serenity 
and the tug of war 
taking place within.

With a final, firm pull, 
the fourth tooth gave way, 
accompanied by a sound that 
made Karen's stߋmach churn. It was 
a wet, final release, and the 
nurse swiftly handed over the 
tray to catch the tooth. The 
surgeon wiped the b!ood with a 
quick, efficient motion, revealing 
the gaping hole where the tooth 
once had been. The surgical 
assistant suctioned the b!ood, 
the sound echoing in the quiet 
room. Plankton's bødy jerked 
slightly, but he remained 
asleep, lost in the depths of 
the anesthesia.

Karen couldn't help but 
think about the paın 
Plankton must have felt 
before this moment. The 
constant, throbbing ache that had 
kept him up at night, the 
swollen jaw that had made 
eating a chore. Now, it was 
over, or at least the 
worst part was. The surgeon 
nodded to the nurse, who 
began to prepare the 
stitches that would close the 
wounds. The needle glinted in 
the harsh light, a stark contrast 
to Plankton's slack, unfeeling 
features.

The surgical team moved 
efficiently, their movements 
choreographed by years of 
experience. They stitched and 
cleaned, ensuring that 
everything was perfect before 
they allowed him to wake. 
Karen felt a strange mix of 
relief and fear. Relief that 
the ordeal was almost over, 
fear of the paın that would come 
once the anesthesia wore off.

As the surgeon finished 
his work, he nodded to the 
anesthesiologist. "He's all 
set. We're going to start bringing 
him out of it now."

Karen watched as the 
anesthetic was turned down. 
The nurse wiped his 
face with a damp cloth, gently 
cleaning the b!ood and saliva. 
Karen spoke to him in a 
soothing voice, "Plankton, you're 
almost done. Time to wake up."

Plankton's eyelid fluttered, 
his hand still in Karen's tight 
grasp. His eye opened slowly, 
unfocused at first, then gradually 
finding her face. He blinked 
several times, his gaze 
uncomprehending. The nurse 
smiled at him, "You did great."

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"I've waited long enough, I 
better go check..." Karen 
says to herself. Sheldon
Plankton, her husband, left 
earlier to attempt
to steal a krabby patty but he
hasn't returned.

Worried, she makes her way to the 
restaurant across the street.

Meanwhile, Mr. Krabs grabbed 
a fry pan and swung it at Plankton.

The sound of metal hitting flesh
echoed through the restaurant,
and Plankton crumpled to the ground.

Mr. Krabs, his eyes bulging with
triumph, looked down at the tiny,
unconscious form of his arch-nemesis.
"Gotcha, ya tiny troublemaker!" he
cackled, waving the fry pan above
his head like a trophy. The Krabby
Patty recipe remained safe, but 
Plankton's not. Karen heard the thud
from the hit and went in.

Her heart skipped a beat as she
saw Plankton sprawled out on the
floor, unmoving. She rushed over.

"Plankton!" Karen gasped, her voice
trembling with fear as she knelt beside
his tiny frame. He was out cold. 
She gently touched his
arm, hoping for a response, but there
was none. The fry pan lay a few
inches from his crumpled body, a silent
testament to the battle that had just
taken place.

The restaurant's usual
chaos was replaced with a tense
silence that seemed to thicken the air.
Mr. Krabs, still clutching the pan,
looked at Karen with a mix of pride
and wariness. His victory over Plankton
was clear, but he knew that this wasn't
the end of the feud between them.

Karen's eyes filled with tears as she
picked up her husband, cradling his
tiny body in her palm. His antennas
were limp, and his single eye was
closed. She clutched him tightly,
desperately.

"Wake up, Plankton," she whispered, her 
voice filled with urgency as she lightly 
shook. But Plankton remained 
unresponsive, his tiny body as lifeless 
as the seaweed that clung to the ocean 
floor. A cold fear gripped Karen's heart, 
turning her blood to ice. She had seen 
her husband in many predicaments, but 
never like this.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as 
she gently cradled him, his normally 
active form now still and heavy in 
her hand. The Krabby Patty recipe was 
the last thing on her mind; all she could 
think about was Plankton and the 
love they shared. The warmth of his 
body was fading, and with it, her 
hope.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Krabs said. 
"This is just business."

Karen's gaze snapped up, anger 
replacing fear. "This isn't just 
business, it's personal!" she exclaimed, 
her voice echoing through the restaurant. 
"You can't keep doing this to him!" 
Mr. Krabs took a step back, his 
claws clutching the fry pan tighter. 
"I didn't mean for it to go this far," 
he mumbled, his proud stance wavering.

Ignoring his words, Karen rushed 
to the door, cradling Plankton in 
her hand. She had to get him to the 
hospital. The local doctor was known 
to help all creatures, regardless of 
their intentions. The Bikini Bottom 
Hospital was the only 
place she could think of.

The emergency room was a 
flurry of activity, with fish and 
crustaceans of all shapes and sizes 
waiting for their turn. The 
bright, sterile lights reflected off 
the polished floors, and the smell of 
disinfectant stung her nostrils as she 
raced in. She didn't care about the 
stares or the whispers that followed 
them; all she cared about was 
getting Plankton the help he needed.

The receptionist, a sluggish sea star,
barely looked up from her crossword puzzle.
"Name?" she drawled.
"Plankton," Karen replied, her voice 
shaking with urgency. "He's been 
attacked."
The sea star's eyes widened, and she 
dropped her pencil. "Oh my!" 
she exclaimed before hitting a 
large, red button that read "Emergency." 
Immediately, the doors to the back 
swung open, and a team of medical 
professionals rushed out.

The doctor, a stern-looking 
octopus named Dr. Manowar, took 
Plankton from Karen's trembling hand.
"What happened?" he asks, tentacles
moving swiftly to check for 
vitals.
"Mr. Krabs...he hit him with a 
fry pan," Karen managed to say 
between sobs.

The doctor's expression softened,
his tentacles moving more gently.
"Bring him to room three, we'll take
care of him," he instructed the 
nurse, a concerned look crossing his 
face as he examined the unconscious 
Plankton.

Karen followed closely, her 
heart racing as the medical team 
whisked Plankton away into the 
depths of the hospital. The stark 
white walls and the beeping of 
machines filled her with dread, 
but she held onto the hope that 
Dr. Manowar could save him.

The doctor's tentacles 
worked swiftly, hooking up monitors
and administering a series of tests. 
Karen watched, her own breaths 
synchronizing with the rhythmic beeps.

The hospital room was small, 
the walls lined with various medical
instruments. 
The sterile smell was overpowering, 
but she focused on Plankton, willing 
his tiny body to stir. Dr. Manowar 
muttered under his breath, his 
expression a mask of concentration.


"Karen," he said, turning to face her, 
his tentacles stilled. "I need to run some 
more tests, but it doesn't look good. 
Your husband has a severe concussion 
and potential internal damage."
Her heart dropped, and she felt like the 
ocean had swallowed her whole. 
"What...what can you do?" she asked, 
desperation clinging to every word.

The doctor's expression remained 
steady, his eyes never leaving hers. 
"We'll do everything we can. But 
you should prepare for the worst."

Karen felt a wave of nausea wash 
over her. She couldn't lose 
Plankton. He was her partner in 
crime, her confidant, her soulmate.
"No," she 
whispered, her voice barely audible. 
"You can't give up on him."

The doctor nodded gravely. "I understand 
how you feel, but we must be realistic. 
Let's give him some time."

The nurse led Karen to a small 
waiting area outside the room, 
where she slumped into a chair. 
The clock on the wall ticked away 
the minutes, each second feeling like an 
eternity. The muffled sounds of the 
hospital - the beeping machines, the 
rush of footsteps, the hushed whispers - 
only served to amplify the deafening 
silence in her heart.

"Your husband is a 
miracle. The tests came back, and 
his injuries are less severe than 
we initially thought."

Karen's eyes widened in disbelief, 
then flooded with relief. "What does 
that mean?"

Dr. Manowar's tentacles unfurled 
as he spoke. "It means we can treat 
his injuries, but he'll need to rest 
for some time. However, during 
our examination, we noticed some 
unusual patterns in his behavior 
and brain activity."

Karen felt a sudden knot in her 
stomach. "What do you mean?"

"It seems that during the impact, 
Plankton's brain has undergone a 
significant change. He's showing 
symptoms consistent with a condition 
known as acquired Autism." Dr. Manowar 
explained, his tentacles folding 
into a comforting gesture.

Karen felt the world spin around her. 
"Autism?" she repeated, her voice 
barely above a whisper. "What does 
that mean for him?"

Dr. Manowar sighed, his tentacles 
waving gently. "It means his 
interactions and responses to his 
environment may be different now. 
It's permanently irreversible but you
can help by creating a calm environment."

Karen nodded, trying to digest 
the information. "What can I do?"
Her voice was small, trembling. 
The doctor's eyes softened. "Give him 
space, patience, and support. It'll be 
a journey of learning for both of you."

The doctor's words hung in the 
air like a fog, thick and impenetrable. 
Karen felt a weight settle in her 
chest, heavier than any she had 
ever known. The thought of 
Plankton being different, of not 
knowing how to communicate with 
the person she loved most, was 
almost too much to bear. But she 
swallowed her fear and nodded, 
determined to do whatever it took 
to help him.

"Thank you, Dr. Manowar," she 
whispered, her voice hoarse with 
emotion. "We'll get through this."
The doctor nodded solemnly before 
excusing himself to attend to other 
patients. Karen was left alone with 
her thoughts, the beeping of the 
machines the only company.

She took Plankton's hand in hers, 
feeling the coolness of his skin 
against her own. "Plankton," she 
whispered, her voice shaking. "You're 
going to be okay." She wasn't sure if 
he could hear her, but she needed 
to say it. To believe it. To feel the 
words in the air between them.

"I know you can't understand me 
right now," she continued, her voice 
barely above the steady beep of 
the monitors. "But I'm here. And 
I'll always be here for you."
Her eyes searched the room for 
anything that might bring comfort, 
but all she found was the cold 
reality of hospital life.

"When you wake up," she whispered, 
squeezing his hand slightly, "things 
might be different. But that's 
okay. We'll figure it out together."
The words sounded hollow in the 
small, sterile room, but she hoped 
they would reach him somehow.

As the hours passed, Karen's mind 
raced with questions. How would 
this change their lives? Could they 
still scheme together? Would he 
even remember their love for 
each other? She pushed the thoughts 
aside, focusing instead on the gentle 
rise and fall of his chest, a sign that 
he was still fighting.

Suddenly, Plankton's single eye 
flitted open, looking around the 
room with a dazed expression. 
"Karen?" he croaked, his voice weak 
and unsteady.

"Plankton!"
she exclaimed, her voice a mix of 
relief and hope. He was awake! 
"I'm here, my love."

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