Update on reply number 73.
I knew I had been having anxiety thinking about getting MRIs.
Had 5 in my past. But I couldn't do it. Start to go in the small tube. Man, I just peed, but got to go. Girl says, OK. Backs me back, and lowers me.
Let's me go hit restroom.
Then we try again. Get in there for maybe 2 minutes. Legs start tightening up and shaking, kept pushing the alarm ball.
Girls like, breath, breath. Don't you go having a heart attack on me! I just can't do it anymore. Going to have to work out getting a ride, and reschedule. Ask for the big boar MRI machine, and to be drugged. Home now, and still trying to relax. Sucks! I was hoping Tuesday when I went to my primary doctor's appointment, he would have the MRI readings, to get me to a Orthopedic Surgeon.
Don't know why I got claustrophobic.
Anyone else claustrophobic?