Incoherent ramblings of an "amusement park wannabe"!
By now, some of you have seen the post my wife wrote yesterday, "The thrill is gone..." If not, click on the title of her post on the left, and you can read about my adventures!
I can say this, I pulled out my best Gloria Gaynor impersonation and started singing, I will survive! I did survive, barely! The boys laughed till they cried, the parents commiserated, and the park employees were ready with mop and bucket if needed! Luckily, that did not happen!
I did get extremely woozy, and turned a few shades of green, pink and purple! The good news is I did not share my breakfast with the people to my right, left, above or below me!
I really would like to blame how I was feeling on my WLS. It just seems a natural explanation! Dr Dyer must have removed that portion of my anatomy that allows me to be turned, twisted, and tumulted at ungodly speeds, when he did my surgery. Or maybe my pouch just couldn't handle going one direction when my body went another?
Unfortunately, I must confess that I believe that "old age" has caught up with me.
Now I know there are others that are older than me, who can do all of this without experiencing extreme nausea, good for you! I'll let you chaperon the next trip to an amusement park!
Until then, let me show you what a 50 year old gastric bypass patient looks like after riding just "2" thrill rides:
If you really want a treat, click here for the original picture!
All I can say is this...next time I'll sit on a bench under a shade tree holding every one's purses! I'm a wimp!!!!!!!
C Ya!
I can say this, I pulled out my best Gloria Gaynor impersonation and started singing, I will survive! I did survive, barely! The boys laughed till they cried, the parents commiserated, and the park employees were ready with mop and bucket if needed! Luckily, that did not happen!
I did get extremely woozy, and turned a few shades of green, pink and purple! The good news is I did not share my breakfast with the people to my right, left, above or below me!
I really would like to blame how I was feeling on my WLS. It just seems a natural explanation! Dr Dyer must have removed that portion of my anatomy that allows me to be turned, twisted, and tumulted at ungodly speeds, when he did my surgery. Or maybe my pouch just couldn't handle going one direction when my body went another?
Unfortunately, I must confess that I believe that "old age" has caught up with me.
Now I know there are others that are older than me, who can do all of this without experiencing extreme nausea, good for you! I'll let you chaperon the next trip to an amusement park!
Until then, let me show you what a 50 year old gastric bypass patient looks like after riding just "2" thrill rides:
If you really want a treat, click here for the original picture!
All I can say is this...next time I'll sit on a bench under a shade tree holding every one's purses! I'm a wimp!!!!!!!
C Ya!