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Blackpool. ShaughnBlair.

As the adrenalin rushes through my body, the ringing sound in my ears, created by that same old irritating fairground music disappears at the sight of ‘it,’ ‘The Pepsi Max Big One!’

“Not until you have finished your ice-cream,” I hear mum yell, standing on the tip of her toes, anxiously trying to see my small body over the rushing crowds. In an emotional explosion of anger, I throw my half – melted, raspberry sauce smothered, hundreds and thousands covered, ice – cream towards the ride. The sticky missile lands in a gap on a large, rusted grey box. All of the high pitched music comes crashing back when I notice the sign on the box. ‘Danger! Seven thousand volts.’ Luckily for me, mum hasn’t seen my outburst. However, I can’t keep in my thoughts. ‘what if this happens?’ ‘What if that happens?’ “Oh Shaughn, just forget about it, it will be fine!” mum states, firmly. She isn’t shouting, but I can tell from her now purple forehead, and the veins on her neck, that she is furious.

Standing in line for the ‘Teacups’, so my little sister can experience a ‘mad rush of adrenalin’ is tense. Every time I see the huge, red roller coaster go to its highest point, my heart pound like a drum. That drum trying to be heard over a crowd of 30,000 people. My whole day will be ruined by one clumsy mistake. Every time I hear a scream, I ferociously twist my snap my neck around, and take a long, firm glance at the ride. Then I hear them; those words I was dreading to hear: lets go on the Pepsi Max now.
“I’m starving though,” I exclaim, almost feeling my extremely bloated stomach drag the words back down my throat.

“Next please,“ shouts the stout female from behind the counter of the ‘Snack Shack,‘ a portable food van, trying to make her voice heard over the balling crowds. All of the ghastly, grease packed, salt stuffed images of the fat bulging burgers on the board behind the woman make my stomach wrench.
“I’ll have chips please,” a manage to say, pulling the words from my voice box. I ate about five of my salt and vinegar smothered, brown sauce smothered chips and threw the rest at the already protuberant seagulls.

In a daydream, following my mother, I am aware of a large, luring presence linger above me. I grit my teeth, tense my muscles and look up at the large unsavoury object and dead ahead stood the Pepsi Max. “Go and see if you are tall enough,” mum calls to me softly, pointing at the cardboard cut-out of a can of Pepsi that states, ‘ you must be taller than me to ride.’ Gingerly dragging my feet towards the unusual sign, my heart pounds, and I hope that it is growing to grow three feet in size. “Oh no,” I state, sarcastically when my mum tells me I am just to small. Unfortunately for me, the man in the ticket box was in a good mood today. “On you go son,” he says, winking at me with one eye.

Sitting in the red and blue rusty cart, the smell of burning oil is overwhelming. The ground starts to shake, and so do my knees. The cart fires out from the stand, like a bullet from a revolver. Screaming at the highest pitch my voice will let me, I feel 20 odd eyes drawn towards me. What makes it more embarrassing is that the ride is only going around five miles per hour. As I reach the top of the croaking ride, my heart stops, my eyes close and my hands grab anxiously on to the metallic safety bar. Strangely, the ride comes to a complete halt at its highest point.

Twenty-three minutes have passed by and nothing happens. Droplets of rain start to hit my chalk-white face; droplets turn in to a shower; a shower turns into a down-pour and a down-pour turns into a treacherous storm. I hold my jacket over my head. It blows from my grasp and is pinned to the drenched floor below. A creaking sound is heard above the howling wind. The floor or the rain drenched starts to vibrate and a huge gasp of relief is heard. As the ride pushes against the wind, the flashing lights from the fairground below become more apparent as the carriage crawls over the peak. While the ride speeds up, the pain of the rain hitting off my face increases and so do the screams. The vibrating below eventually fades away as the station approaches. A loud hissing noise echoes around the station as the airbrakes are released. “lets just stick to the teacups,” I humorously say to mum.

As the adrenalin rushes through my body, the ringing sound in my ears crated by that same old irritating fairground music fades away at the sight of it. The road home. thank you .

I have or think I have tinnitus.
I hear a ringing sound in my left ear, not so sure about my right.
I had it forawhile now. and its making me insane
Its not a high pitch ring eaither, just a pitch sound.
I took afrin ALOT and have been trying to stay off it for 2 weeks now, after hearing when ur nasal is clogged, ringing can cause in ur ears, so hopefully it will dye down or just stop because its my nasal..
I need help.
Do you know about clogged nasals can cause tinnitus till ur nose is better?

its hard to sleep too.. i need white noise around me

some extra things to help you:
I drink pepsi, i go outside almost daily, i like to run around, im pretty active if i have friends outside, i eat alot, but weigh only 83lbs, I have bad muscle twitching problems, I jump alot, I am a hypocondriac..
do you think im worrying over this to much? im pretty scared..
im also 13 yrs old

help please.