After surviving the mad cabbie with his dodgy driving, we made it to London UCH 1 and a half hours early, so still yet more waiting around before my appointment.
About 40 mins or so before, the nurse came out, took me into the cubicle and told me I'd need to strip (behave yourselves you lot!) of all my metal bits and bobs - watch, rings, bracelets and even my false teeth as they're held in with metal clips.
Then the time came. I followed the nurse, lay down for her (oi, told you to behave 😂) on the scanner bed, and for the next 15 minutes I was entombed. Felt like I was buried alive with a pneumatic drill going through my head. I hate MRI scans!
Eventually that was over though, and it was time to come home. Waited patiently for hospital transport, and we got a much better ride home. Car was more modern and more comfortable, and the driver a lot more professional!
10 hours roundabout all told spent in 4 taxis and two different hospitals.