I love the look of boots and I have several pair that have a reserved space in the closet, (note to self--donate them to Goodwill). I've had several MRI's and always managed to do it without the calming pill they offer. I've learned to keep my eyes closed so I don't realize I'm in a tight space. I pray a lot and ask the tech. to inform me when I'm half through so I know I'm on the down hill swing and can manage this. Something about boots make me feel tied down, a little like when a dentist has his hands in your mouth and you feel our of control of your own body. A few years ago one of my daughters bought me a pretty pair of flowered rubber boots to walk on the tank dam to feed the turtles when it was muddy. I soon learned they were too heavy for my old legs and doubly so, when they were caked with mud. Yesterday I wanted to walk in the tall grass to check my tomato plants and knowing how chiggers love me I had the idea they couldn't reach me in those tall rubber boots. Just walking around the corner of the house in them made me feel weak and it's a shame, they are so pretty. I sat inside the door struggling to get them off. The first one came off fairly easy but she second one made me feel like I was going to be like that rhyme about one shoe off and one shoe on for the rest of my life. By the time I got the second one off I was pale and weak. I'm country, but I don't want to be buried with my boots on.