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[aid] => mick
[title] => Insomnia and a mother
[time] => 2007-02-04 02:02:17
[hometext] => Comments would be greatly appreciated
[bodytext] => It felt like he had been awake his entire life, but it had only been two days. Let’s remember that two days without sleep may not seem like much but if you have actually been awake for a full day or two you feel pretty horrible. The night came and he laid down and shut his eyes to go to sleep, but sleep would not come. He tried everything; sleeping pills, reading, drinking warm milk, he even tried to count sheep. Nothing worked so he just laid there staring into blackness. Three days without sleep, he, as any logical person would do went to a doctor’s office. He got there talked to the doctor and the doctor just told him to do what he had been doing. He told him he had been doing these things but the doctor just gave him some more useless tips on how to get to sleep. Obviously if the first few things didn’t work than deep breathing or watching TV. etc. wouldn’t. So that’s it the doctor didn’t help all the doctor did was give this man a way to waste a few hundred dollars. Night came, the third night for him with no sleep, soon to be the fourth day. He felt that he was going somewhat insane. He decided to do what always made him pass out before, drink until it happens. He went to the closest liquor store and bought a cheap bottle of liquor. He got home and started his plan. He drank until he was sure he wouldn’t even remember this night. He drank until he couldn’t even see. He fell asleep finally after almost four days he got to sleep. The next day came and he didn’t do anything he didn’t even leave his apartment. He didn’t even meet his mother at the restraunt like he promised a week before. He did nothing. His mom waited there for about an hour and started to worry, she called him from her cell phone. She called his house, she called his cell phone but he didn’t answer. She went home and called him again, still no answer. She called all his friends but none of them had seen him, none of them had seen him or heard from him for at least four days, around the same day his sleep problem started. By this time his mom was very scared, she called the police. A lady answered and listened to what him mother said. The lady on the phone told her with no emotion in her voice to not worry, that her son probably had just left town or something of that sort. The lady told her that if her son was still missing in two days to call back. Two horrible days passed, the mother called back almost in tears. She told the same lady that her son was still missing. So the lady on the phone got her son’s information and sent two officers to search his apartment. About four hours later there came a knock at the mother’s door. It was the two police officers. Her son had died two days ago, he had died of asphyxiation. He was just another loser alcoholic who drowned in his own vomit. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 43 [informant] => nirvana12 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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