I used to love rollercoasters, but, not so much anymore.  In fact, I loved all of the rides at the carnival and the county fair.  Nowadays, they just make me sick.  I have no desire, whatsoever, to get on one.  Funny how a person can ride one carnival ride after another as a young teenager.  However, there came a day when one ride was enough, in fact, the last ride that made me sick was actually a kiddie ride!  Crazy, huh? 

I feel like I'm on a terminal rollercoaster ride right now, with a never-ending sick stomach.  I'm up one minute, down the next, but, sick most of the time.  I'm ready to get off of this sickening ride.  I'm ready for the drama to be over with, once and for all.  It's just taking way too long for my stomach to settle after this crazy, wild ride.  I feel like that person on the ferris wheel yelling, "STOP!  I want to get off; I'm sick!"  The carnival worker pretends not to hear you,  just looks at you, grins, and never stops, until its TIME for the ride to be over. 

I want this to be a good ride, not a bad ride, that makes me physically ill.  I'm ready to have fun again, to join the living, the smiling, the happy.  Now, if my heart and my stomach would just cooperate, we'd all be okay.  At least, we'd survive this crazy ride called "LIFE".