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8/2/2019 Dr Doolally
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When the doctor spat on my dog and misdiagnosed my greeting I suspected him
to be an imposter. He attempted to defibrillate a perfectly healthy and genuinely
surprised rubber tree plant; before filling his shoe with an undeterminable liquid
poured from a medical bottle he had concealed in his white coat, screamingBabaganoosh is loose! staring a deranged stare, half laughing and half crying,
he muttered and he wants to eat all of my cream crackers He promptly emptiedthe contents of his shoe all over his face before giving his stapler the finger and
leaping head first through the adjacent 3rd floor window.
Ten minutes later while Doctor Doolally was still being scraped from the
tarmac, his wife appeared at reception. I hastened toward her my heart full with
condolence; when I immediately slowed my pace and proceeded with caution.
Condolence now replaced with a mixture of apprehension and concern, it was
clear she was also deranged. Was it with grief for her dearly departed husband
or was she like him, was she to: doolally. I enquired as genially as capable Hellothere, Mrs Doolally I awaited a response to gauge how to proceed, but none
came, Mrs Doolally I hesitated are you alright? after a moment her head tiltedin my direction her restless eyes danced around the room before locking
intensely with mine, she gasped, as if I had just materialized in front of her, not
today thank you she blurted, go and pickle your own egg, you cant have mine;Ive lost it. Those three words were the only rational thing she said to me thatday, and that is only if you take them in an out-of-context in-context kind of way.
There was a 45-minute performance of sheer insanity; a few others and I circled
her making sure she did not follow her husbands dramatic exit, while we waitedfor help. They came and she left. At first she struggled and pushed against the
sectionistas, but then, all of a sudden, she said here they come, up your bumwith a bottle of rum and ran toward the van leaping in to the air arms
outstretched, a crooked grin across her face. She came slamming down on to the
cold metal floor of the loony bins secure Maniac containment area (its notpolitically correct to call it a cage), just as the van door was swung shut the
words this isntmy house escaped with an air of genuine astonishment.
What happened to Dr & Mrs Doolally was never truly understood, medical
experts, when forced to comment, say they both suffered from a case of
spontaneous lunacy with maniacal delusions and reckless tendencies border
lining on suicidal. Mrs Doolally spent the rest of her days recklessly trying to
harm herself with a bizarrely complacent and nonchalant attitude towards self-
preservation while showing no signs of depression or willingness to end her life.
I was told by one of the orderlies that on a sunny afternoon in march she, in what
appeared to be a moment of complete lucidity, wondered over to a blackbird that
sat perched on the back of a bench. With sublime speed and monk like agility she
grabbed the bird before it managed to fly away. It squawked and flapped and
pecked and clawed, while Mrs Doolally calmly and slowly brought the irate bird
down and inserted it into her pants. She began to smile and proceeded to skip
around the garden away from the chasing nurses and orderlies all the while a
quite understandably furious bird freaked out in her underwear. Now, the sheer
level of insanity required to thrust an irate bird into your knickers is quite
frankly off the charts. You have to be much madder than a hatter, as crazy as an
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