You know, it's funny. I can't find any solid hyperbole in any of my fiction pieces, but it's all over my non-fiction. I guess that shows the real me, huh?
This is an edited excerpt from a blog post about one of my twins having the flu, and the ensuing ER trip (I'm sorry Teach, it's a bit over the word limit...I wanted to keep the context, and it's DRIPPING with hyperbole [in bold].)
Regretfully, in the medical field, everyone has a chronic case of cover-my-own-butt-itis. So I was sent to Children’s Hospital.
My first inner alarm was a check-in station worthy of the TSA. I had my diaper bag and stroller searched for weapons before I could go through the metal detector. [Side note: I am not a wienie…BUT I felt vulnerable there by myself, at night, with a very sick baby that I would absolutely go mama bear freakazoid crazy on your butt if you mess with her!]
My second red flag was the packed waiting room. You could not find a seat more than two feet away from some version of the plague. I was an extra in the movie “Outbreak”. I spent a fort night in that petri dish before we were called back...
I would have to say that the hyperbole was used to convey my voice, albeit a very frustrated one (which sets the tone and atmosphere)...
by Chely » Mon Aug 18, 2008 2:29 pm 