The perils of a trip through the scanner

DON’T actually know if they’re doing BOGOFs on MRI scans at the moment, but so many people I know seem to be having one, including me.

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My first and last one on my spine was in 2015. I was all right about it until my sister, the family harbinger of doom, said “ooh, you’d better take a Valium,” going on to describe her somewhat traumatic experiences, which were akin to being buried alive by a man with a pneumatic drill directly overhead!

To be honest, getting into the hospital gown was the worst part. It was apparently a newer version of the old buttock-flasher designed to protect your modesty which was a cross between doing the Hokey-Cokey and putting an Ikea bed together without an Allen key.

Anyway, on that occasion I was in and out in under 15 minutes. It was light, bright, warm and comfortable. I could see my legs at all times (note to self - book a leg wax), and it wasn't much noisier that having a bread machine and electric mixer going at the same time in the kitchen!