Sounds like something I will not sign up for. I had a test years ago where they shot dye in my ankles. A girl tried 3 times and could not do right and the pain was ridiculous. THEN, they said, we will call someone who KNOWS how to do it. In other words, I was a guinny pig for someone doing the first time. I told them they had ONE time to do correctly, shot the dye in me and ran out of the room. Viola! He did it. But then turned on a machine. I felt like I was in a spaceship going to mars at a million miles per hour. Scared the heebeegeebees out of me.

After I got back to my room, they asked me to fill out my lunch menu. I said ¨I will not be here for lunch. She asked, Did your doctor release me¨? I told her if he doesn't, I will jump out of the window.

Another time, I was given a glucose tolerance test. Like eating three birthday cakes at once. The test was dangerous in itself. If you did not have diabetes before the test, you would after. After the test, I had a migraine which I have never had in my life before or since. It was like an elephant standing on my head for hours..

Just two examples why the only reason I go to a doctor or hospital is if I am hit by a bus and unconscious and cannot protest. I am 77 and take no meds, and walk up and down hills every morning.