Outside of Space Mountain, Tomorrowland, Disneyland. My bro, with CT, comes staggering out of the exit. CT was all smiles while my brother looked both nauseous and dizzy.
“You got any Advil?” he asked.
“You couldn’t handle Space Mountain? Really?” I said.
My brother and CT took the girls to Dumbo while F and I made our way into Space Mountain. I can’t handle rides that spin around and around (like the teacups, Dumbo, and carousels) but roller coasters…I love roller coasters. Oh, wait. I haven’t actually been on a roller coaster since I was about 14 years old. But I loved them then so this’ll be great!
As F and I happily made our way through the Space Mountain tunnels, I didn’t even think about the fact that I get motion sick in cars, boats, and even while swimming laps. Believe it or not, but I even get motion sick when I turn my head too quickly. But why would that have anything to with how my mind and body would respond to Space Mountain — a roller coaster that twists, turns, and whips around almost entirely in the dark? Silly me.
Within 5 seconds of the ride, while climbing the “mountain” surrounded by bright flashing lights, I started getting motion sick. I clutched F’s hand as we neared the top. I peeked over the side to see little “stars” above and below us, way below us. Oh dear god. What did I get myself into?
We started our descent, whipping around this way and that, up and down, left and right. Oh god. When will this be over? Zooming past all the little stars was making me dizzy so I had to close my eyes which, of course, made things worse. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t help imagining myself in an airplane (my LEAST favorite place of all places) plummeting to its doom. Oh fuck. Get me off this thing. I was panicking. I couldn’t breathe. I was nearly in tears. Ok, I thought. What do I do when my airplane hits turbulence? I go to my lamaze breathing. And that I did until the ride came to its complete stop.
I staggered off the ride and into the daylight feeling both dizzy and nauseous, exactly how my brother looked. An hour later I was still both physically and emotionally traumatized by Space Mountain. But, things could have been worse. At least I didn’t pull a back muscle, which I hear is what happened to my father-in-law! Oh, how I’d love to hear that story as well as any other stories about getting one’s ass kicked by Space Mountain!