I didn't know that I was claustraphobic until I was made to do an MRI on my neck. Those punks never prepared me for the ordeal. I almost shat on myself. 52 minutes later you should have seen the scuffle in that room. Now imagine this,when I went for the results in the evening this quack lady had the temerity to inform me that I need to do another MRI because they forgot to inject some radioactive juice into my veins. I told her to go suck a lemon. She freaked me out with some cancer threats and you believe it or not I went back into that coffin and almost suffocated to death. I now have nightmares about MRI's. If anyone has had to go through this hell please share with us.
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