A few weeks ago we went to Six Flags Holiday in the Park with some friends. I LOVE LOVE LOVE rollercoasters (adrenaline junkie; case in point: went skydiving on Valentines day a few years ago - - strange combo? yah, not to me). Well upon recapping our favorites that night my boyfriend and I settled on one called the "Titan". It's amazing, killer drop, huge knot in your stomach. It's awesome.
Well I made the comment that it's so weird when in the middle where it slows down I black out for a couple seconds. He goes "umm what do you mean?" I go "ya know, like I can't see anything ,everything goes black". And his voice escalates and he goes "that is NOT good!". Then I realize I said something wrong so I go "err, it's more like everything goes gray...yah...like a dark gray...greige". He goes "seriously? This isn't good". Ummm...."Ya know I think it's more like misty white, yah like a dirty white...not even gray". He just looks at me, so obviously I go where any normal person would go: brain tumor. (on top of being an adrenaline junkie, I'm irrational and....crazy).
I envision my upcoming months of chemo and what I'll look like without hair (not good, I have an oddly shaped head). My boyfriend snaps me back to reality when he says "you shouldn't do those rides anymore".
Umm are you fucking drunk? That's not happening? Who doesn't like a good black out every now and then?
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