It’s getting worse instead of better.
I had to have another closed MRI yesterday, and unlike my experience a couple of years ago, I was a bit of a wreck.
The technician used all the bells and whistles to calm my fears — and trick my brain — into thinking I wasn’t in a narrow, closed tube.
But they didn’t work this time.
When I got home, I started reading up on possible therapies, cures even, for this debilitating fear. Guess what the first recommendation is?
Get an MRI.