I discovered two things today: (1) I don’t have a full tear in my knee (though small tears are still possible) and (2) Evidently, I hate, hate, HATE MRIs. Imagine sliding halfway into a tube with the ceiling right above your face and you feel your sides catch on the walls. That means, for those playing at home, that it’s reasonable to think you might get stuck in the damned machine if the tech isn’t careful.
Yep. I now have mild claustrophobia. (shudder)