I Have P.R.C.O.T.S. Syndrome
I have a severe case of PRCOTS syndrome.
That's Post Roller Coaster Overkill Traumatic Stress Syndrome, commonly known in the medical community as the inevitable and painful "Theme Park Headache" (TPH).
Yes, we rode the Millennium Force (the if-you-don't-pee-your-pants,-you're-lucky ride), the Top Thrill Dragster (it lasts 28 seconds but each second your whole life passes before your wind-blown eyes...so for me it lasted 1624 years), the Sky Hawk (developed in some dark, steamy 3rd world country to torture silly Americans), the Mantis (a stand up roller coaster whose sole purpose is to pummel you like Mike Tyson at his best), the Raptor (where, at the exit, care-giving psychiatrists are lined up yelling "Next?!), and the Power Tower (which propels you to the top of a 316 story (so it seemed) skinny metal frame and drops you so fast to the bottom that you're just a pile of skin in the seat because your skeleton and inards are still on the 316th floor).
Now you know why I have P.R.C.O.T.S. syndrome. Lord, have mercy.
Shamar and Evan are fine.