Friday February 17th, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: 28 days later.

Could be about the horror movie. Could be about the real life horror movie. Could be about something else entirely. Up to you!

I woke up yesterday morning feeling like I'd been punched in the right cheek. Spent most of the day worrying there was something wrong with my teeth. Eventually realized, what with being sick for a little over a week, that it probably had something to do with my sinuses.

In my defense, I likely would have come to this conclusion far sooner if I'd ever had issues with my sinuses before.

My shift didn't start until ten this morning, so that gave me time to hit the pharmacy and get some sinus medication. Felt like a miracle drug, especially after ending my shift yesterday feeling utterly miserable. Currently looking forward to taking the night time dose before I go to sleep, as the day time dose I took this morning has definitely run out.


"It's been a bit of a disaster, huh?"

"Honey, the Hindenburg was a disaster."

"So what does that make what we've just been through?"

"A long, drawn out, level ten catastrophe."


Greg said...

Sorry about the lateness of some of these comments: it's been manic at work and is likely to remain so next week as well. Can't really talk about why, but it's generally not good.
Ah, sinuses. Wonderful things until they get blocked, and then you find out how much of your face and head they affect!
Well, oddly your prose today sounds like the way work feels at the moment. So I sympathise, and wish I didn't have to!

28 days later
"Darling, you can't be in labour, you've only just found out you're pregnant. You'd have to be having a mouse, not a baby!"
"More than one mouse, by the size of her, eh Jim?"
"Oh god... I guess we'd better call the vet then!"

Marc said...

Greg - hmm, generally not good is... generally not good to hear. I hope things work(ed?) out all right.

Thank you for the laughs your four lines gave me today :)