in a tube

Yesterday, I had (was given? underwent? experienced?) an MRI.  I think the last time I went through one was the 1990s.  Things have changed.  My main problem was relaxing.  I'm not scared of enclosed spaces, I'm just a ball of anxiety all the goddamned time.  It's annoying.

I'm hoping my spine is well enough I can get this brace off soon.  You don't really realize how much bending over you do in a day until you can't anymore.  Not to mention that I'm always worried I'm going to hurt myself more.

Okay, my mind won't stay on one track anymore.