second scoop and the fun begins

I didnt know untill a minor medical issue 10 someodd years ago that I was claustrophic. the minor medical issue required me to take a MRI of my head, there is something counterintuitive to shoving your body in narrow tube with a mask on your face and no room to move assuming you could anyhow. That MRI went poorly until they introduced to me sedatioin during MRI, the prefered method of us chickens everywhere. As I have found in my very short relationship with Cancer it offers ample opportunity for claustrophobic experience. and today was no different, radiation treatment #1 was administered today, a mere 30 or so togo. I had trepidation where this treatment was concerned as I have had with much the last couple of weeks. I made it through with few mental scars, I didnt apreciate a white mask being placed over my head with the open end at the back thats because thats where they attache it to the table. can you say clautrophobia? fortunately it was not as bad as my rather fertile imagination saw it.