Since my last column, I’ve had the chance to test my white-coat worry stamina first-hand. I made an appointment for an MRI and didn’t get clammy hands while scheduling the appointment. And I’ve only made a handful of comments to my husband about the possibility of something imploding while I’m in the machine, which seems to happen with regularity on the TV show House. I’ve decided it’s best to stop watching that program.
I was also able to answer the safety questions the nurse asked me on the phone without adding in any caveats. Okay, you’re right. I added in one. … Read More »











