(Hilyard Location) I would give them less if I could. I'm claustrophobic and I don't hide that from anyone. I wasn't told that I would have to wear a face mask when the appointment was made, or I wouldn't have made it. It was made worse by my inability to see, I had to remove my glasses, since they fog up when I wear face masks. I kept making it clear to the very unsympathetic staff that I was starting to have a panic attack. I was then asked to go into a small room, even after mentioning for the 5th time my mental/emotional stare, to needlessly remove my shirt. I was finally told that I could use the restroom across the hall to change. When I came back to the waiting room, a woman was being helped where the changing rooms were, and she was asked if she was claustrophobic and needed help (something this same tech didn't ask me at all before going back there). I was then escorted by the phlebotomist to a double-armed seat, asked to sit, to which I did in the right side of the chair, and was asked which arm I wanted poked (clearly, I was sitting in the right side with my right arm moving towards her), and I said, exasperated, "I don't care." She got offended, I (for what surely was the 6th time in 10-15 minutes) explained my situation and how I was feeling, to which she bitchily said, "Well, don't take it out on me, because I won't do this if you don't lose your attitude," to which I said, "Fine," and I left. On my way home, still in the midst of my panic attack, I got a call from the assistant director of Oregon Imagining, who I think had good intentions to start but, like with the rest of his staff, lacked the basics when it comes to helping those in my situation. He attempted to mansplain why the masks are required, and attempted to get me to exercise empathy while not once expressing any of his own, not apologizing for his staffs' lack of empathy or poor handling on their end, nor made any offer or attempt to rectify the situation. I felt he was patronizing, especially after I stated I was still freaking out. I eventually was so fed up and upset that I told him to kill himself and that I didn't give a f**k, before hanging up on him. I honestly feel his call was just done as a means to bill me directly instead of my insurance, despite nothing more than me signing a form and wearing a smock was done. I completely own my end, otherwise, I would've edited and downplade my actions/statements. My issues come from medical "professionals" lacking basic skills required to do the job at hand. The person setting the appointment should've mentioned the face mask. The people I talked to about my condition should've tried being more empathetic and at the very least could've asked, "What can we do to help?" But I didn't get anything remotely close to that. And there was no logistical reason for the director to call, since it was clear that he didn't care how I felt, because he continued to patronize someone having a mental breakdown. At this point, I'd rather die of a stroke than ever go back, which might be my fate. read more