6 Flags accident
About a week ago a teenage girl had both her feet severed by a broken cable on the Superman drop ride in Kentucky. Parks across the country immediately closed all the drop rides of that design until they could figure out what went wrong. Good safety reaction, I think.
Even before that, I wasn't sure if I was going to ride it or not. Last time we went to Libertyland (before it closed. Damn you, whoever's responsible. You murdered one of my happy childhood memories) I rode the Rebellion with my brother and nephew. It's nowhere near as high as Superman, but I managed to black out on it. I lost myself somewhere the second it dropped, and came out of the blackness as we were slowing down to land.
Warning. What was that about, anyway?
It worries me to think that I might have the second seizure of my life and scare my family to death. My sister had to witness the first one, and she said it scared her to death. No more breath-deprivation games for the kids on our street after that. Yes, stupid. Yes, dangerous. No, we really didn't have a clue at the time. None of us tried it again after my convulsions.
How horrible would that be? I'd probably hurt myself slamming my head into the safety bars, and then my nephews would have the horror of seeing me pulled off the ride unconscious and foaming at the mouth. Not to mention that would end the day right then and there with me leaving in an ambulance.
Even if I just passed out, it would be too embarrassing for me to stay there any longer. I can just imagine all the people pointing, staring, and whispering about me all day long when they saw me. *sigh*
Last time it was enough that the heat got me and socked me with low blood sugar. Almost passed out riding on the train. Got off the train and after walking a few feet away from the crossing, my legs buckled under me and I had to sit right then where I was.
I hope I'm not turning into one of those "fragile"people. I'd hate that. Not to mention that there really is nobody willing to look after me if I start having problems. I don't want to have to need someone. It's bad enough needing someone just for emotional reasons.
Even before that, I wasn't sure if I was going to ride it or not. Last time we went to Libertyland (before it closed. Damn you, whoever's responsible. You murdered one of my happy childhood memories) I rode the Rebellion with my brother and nephew. It's nowhere near as high as Superman, but I managed to black out on it. I lost myself somewhere the second it dropped, and came out of the blackness as we were slowing down to land.
Warning. What was that about, anyway?
It worries me to think that I might have the second seizure of my life and scare my family to death. My sister had to witness the first one, and she said it scared her to death. No more breath-deprivation games for the kids on our street after that. Yes, stupid. Yes, dangerous. No, we really didn't have a clue at the time. None of us tried it again after my convulsions.
How horrible would that be? I'd probably hurt myself slamming my head into the safety bars, and then my nephews would have the horror of seeing me pulled off the ride unconscious and foaming at the mouth. Not to mention that would end the day right then and there with me leaving in an ambulance.
Even if I just passed out, it would be too embarrassing for me to stay there any longer. I can just imagine all the people pointing, staring, and whispering about me all day long when they saw me. *sigh*
Last time it was enough that the heat got me and socked me with low blood sugar. Almost passed out riding on the train. Got off the train and after walking a few feet away from the crossing, my legs buckled under me and I had to sit right then where I was.
I hope I'm not turning into one of those "fragile"people. I'd hate that. Not to mention that there really is nobody willing to look after me if I start having problems. I don't want to have to need someone. It's bad enough needing someone just for emotional reasons.
posted by Me at 3:25 AM
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