There was no way of knowing anything like this would happen. Although, looking back, it should have been kind of obvious. I had gone in for my annual employee-mandated physical. The doctor declared me alive and fit enough to continue working. All of my vital signs were good and the tests they ran on my blood all came back just fine.
The company paid for a catered lunch for everyone. It was largely a bribe to make sure we all showed up for our physicals. It was also a chance for the company to have a captive audience while someone read off all the announcements they wanted to make us aware of. Of course, hardly anyone paid any attention. We had already received these important announcements in emails, through notices in the break room, and in our weekly meetings with our supervisors. Everyone just kept on eating and talking to each other while some poor soul droned on about safety initiatives and corporate goals achieved. In more than 15 years with the company, I can gladly say I don't think I ever heard a single word that was said by the announcer at these lunches.
This year something new finally happened. The corporate speaker said the doctor's office that had just finished with us had a request to make. A young and attractive nurse walked up to the stage at the front of the conference room where the lunch had been served. She said that a research lab had recently been approved to test a new flu vaccine on humans. Since all of our basic health statistics was now on file, the doctor was offering $200 to anyone that wanted to be a test subject for this vaccine. I figured I would go for it. I just had to get a small needle in my arm and I would have plenty of money for beer at the bar without my wife complaining about me dipping into our grocery fund. Why not, what could go wrong?
For the first few days, everything was fine. I didn't feel any different. Just my normal self with the normal aches and pains of a normal life. Until the day I woke up in the morning with pain in my toes. It almost felt like my toenails were trying to slice into my toes themselves. At the same time, my toe bones were trying to press themselves out from the inside. Fortunately, this lasted less than two minutes. At first, I figured it was just a cramp or something.
Over the next couple of weeks, the pain spread from my toes and up through my body. It was enough to wake me up each morning, but didn't last long enough to have any impact on my day. My wife kept urging me to go see our doctor. As long as I could keep working and hanging out at the bar after my shift, I wasn't going to bother. What harm could a little bit of pain do anyway?
My wife finally got her way and I went to see a doctor when the pain reached the top of my legs. For about three minutes I just laid in bed. I probably could have moved my legs, but I didn't want to because of the sheer amount of pain coming from them. Every muscle was irritated by the skin around it and the bones underneath it. The bones were being squeezed and compressed by my muscles. My skin seemed to be outraged by everything and wanted to let me know about it.
Even though I had called my family doctor, not the corporate one that did my physical, right away, his first appointment wasn't until three that afternoon. Just like all the other days, the pain had faded shortly after I woke up. There was nothing for my doctor to detect. He still gave me a full examination to be sure.
A few days after that, I woke up with pain from my shoulders down. I carefully rolled over to look for support from my wife. She wasn't there. She had called the doctor before I would wake up. He was coming into my room as I laid there, curled up in the fetal position. Every part of my chest screamed in agony at me. The doctor did as much of an examination as he could with me in a tight little ball. He did manage to draw some blood despite my immobility. After a few moments, like every other day, the pain faded and I was able to continue with my day.
The day after that was the most painful morning of my life, literally. Every part of my body was screaming in pain. My hair trapped between my head and the pillow was quivering in agony. My earlobes burned with the sound of my very heartbeat. My eyes burned as though I was staring at the sun, even with them closed. I would have screamed but my lungs hurt too much to expel the air necessary.
My wife called an ambulance and our doctor. She came into the bedroom in a worrying fit as I was about to pass out from the pain. I barely managed to roll over and look at her. As my mind started to retreat into darkness to escape the extreme agony, I managed a slight grin and whispered to her, "Wake me if anything interesting happens."
Unfortunately, the ambulance didn't arrive before my escape into the darkness became a complete retreat. They declared me dead. A funeral was held a couple of weeks later. I can only guess it was a beautiful ceremony since I wasn't exactly in a position to see it myself. Per our agreement before we were married, my wife had my final words to her engraved on my headstone. It is probably one of the more unique phrases in that particular cemetery. It is much more memorable than the typical "Beloved son and father." or "Loved by all."
I have no way of knowing how long I was in the coffin. I just know that I was suddenly awake and aware. None of the progressively expanding pain that had plagued me near the end of my life. Just a sudden sense of being awake and in darkness. A lot of darkness.
I felt above me and pushed against the lid of my coffin without realizing I was in one. I sat up and looked around. I should have been in a panic and freaking out about waking up in a coffin above the ground of a cemetery. I was a little surprised at how calm I was feeling about it all. I realized two things at about the same time. First was that my body was oddly intact for someone that was in a coffin. The second was that I couldn't tell if it was early morning or late afternoon since both horizons glowed as though the sun was just out of view. Apparently something very interesting had just happened.
Zombies have been the mindless villains of so many stories, why not have one as a hero? On a side note, is there a unique phrase or quote you want on your headstone?
The company paid for a catered lunch for everyone. It was largely a bribe to make sure we all showed up for our physicals. It was also a chance for the company to have a captive audience while someone read off all the announcements they wanted to make us aware of. Of course, hardly anyone paid any attention. We had already received these important announcements in emails, through notices in the break room, and in our weekly meetings with our supervisors. Everyone just kept on eating and talking to each other while some poor soul droned on about safety initiatives and corporate goals achieved. In more than 15 years with the company, I can gladly say I don't think I ever heard a single word that was said by the announcer at these lunches.
This year something new finally happened. The corporate speaker said the doctor's office that had just finished with us had a request to make. A young and attractive nurse walked up to the stage at the front of the conference room where the lunch had been served. She said that a research lab had recently been approved to test a new flu vaccine on humans. Since all of our basic health statistics was now on file, the doctor was offering $200 to anyone that wanted to be a test subject for this vaccine. I figured I would go for it. I just had to get a small needle in my arm and I would have plenty of money for beer at the bar without my wife complaining about me dipping into our grocery fund. Why not, what could go wrong?
For the first few days, everything was fine. I didn't feel any different. Just my normal self with the normal aches and pains of a normal life. Until the day I woke up in the morning with pain in my toes. It almost felt like my toenails were trying to slice into my toes themselves. At the same time, my toe bones were trying to press themselves out from the inside. Fortunately, this lasted less than two minutes. At first, I figured it was just a cramp or something.
Over the next couple of weeks, the pain spread from my toes and up through my body. It was enough to wake me up each morning, but didn't last long enough to have any impact on my day. My wife kept urging me to go see our doctor. As long as I could keep working and hanging out at the bar after my shift, I wasn't going to bother. What harm could a little bit of pain do anyway?
My wife finally got her way and I went to see a doctor when the pain reached the top of my legs. For about three minutes I just laid in bed. I probably could have moved my legs, but I didn't want to because of the sheer amount of pain coming from them. Every muscle was irritated by the skin around it and the bones underneath it. The bones were being squeezed and compressed by my muscles. My skin seemed to be outraged by everything and wanted to let me know about it.
Even though I had called my family doctor, not the corporate one that did my physical, right away, his first appointment wasn't until three that afternoon. Just like all the other days, the pain had faded shortly after I woke up. There was nothing for my doctor to detect. He still gave me a full examination to be sure.
A few days after that, I woke up with pain from my shoulders down. I carefully rolled over to look for support from my wife. She wasn't there. She had called the doctor before I would wake up. He was coming into my room as I laid there, curled up in the fetal position. Every part of my chest screamed in agony at me. The doctor did as much of an examination as he could with me in a tight little ball. He did manage to draw some blood despite my immobility. After a few moments, like every other day, the pain faded and I was able to continue with my day.
The day after that was the most painful morning of my life, literally. Every part of my body was screaming in pain. My hair trapped between my head and the pillow was quivering in agony. My earlobes burned with the sound of my very heartbeat. My eyes burned as though I was staring at the sun, even with them closed. I would have screamed but my lungs hurt too much to expel the air necessary.
My wife called an ambulance and our doctor. She came into the bedroom in a worrying fit as I was about to pass out from the pain. I barely managed to roll over and look at her. As my mind started to retreat into darkness to escape the extreme agony, I managed a slight grin and whispered to her, "Wake me if anything interesting happens."
Unfortunately, the ambulance didn't arrive before my escape into the darkness became a complete retreat. They declared me dead. A funeral was held a couple of weeks later. I can only guess it was a beautiful ceremony since I wasn't exactly in a position to see it myself. Per our agreement before we were married, my wife had my final words to her engraved on my headstone. It is probably one of the more unique phrases in that particular cemetery. It is much more memorable than the typical "Beloved son and father." or "Loved by all."
I have no way of knowing how long I was in the coffin. I just know that I was suddenly awake and aware. None of the progressively expanding pain that had plagued me near the end of my life. Just a sudden sense of being awake and in darkness. A lot of darkness.
I felt above me and pushed against the lid of my coffin without realizing I was in one. I sat up and looked around. I should have been in a panic and freaking out about waking up in a coffin above the ground of a cemetery. I was a little surprised at how calm I was feeling about it all. I realized two things at about the same time. First was that my body was oddly intact for someone that was in a coffin. The second was that I couldn't tell if it was early morning or late afternoon since both horizons glowed as though the sun was just out of view. Apparently something very interesting had just happened.
Zombies have been the mindless villains of so many stories, why not have one as a hero? On a side note, is there a unique phrase or quote you want on your headstone?
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