Aaaargghh!

Went for the MRI scan today which turned out to be a really traumatic time.
I am now feeling like I should be on an episode of House having had an MRI, CT scan, bone scan, mammogram, ultrasound, biopsies, surgery and chemotherapy !!
I phoned up yesterday to find out all about the scan, and thought I was prepared.......
They needed to inject me with some contrast dye, so I told them I had a PICC line in and asked if they could use it. They sent for the PICC sister.
The nurse thought she would 'have a go' at finding a vein while she was waiting for the PICC sister to arrive. My wrist swelled up like a golf ball as she admitted defeat!
The PICC nurse arrived to tell me the news that we couldn't use the line as the dye needed to be injected under pressure and would burst the PICC. My good vein was now scuppered by a golf ball, my right arm cannot be used because I have no nodes on that side, and I was left with a few bad choices left. Not only that, but because the dye was injected under pressure we would need the largest canula available. I was now in a totally unflattering gown and whisked upstairs in a wheelchair for a few more bruises and a cup of tea! The inside of my wrist looked hopeful but would be very painful- I agreed entirely on the pain, but no vein to be found. ' Perhaps we could go back through the one with the golfball and the bruise, but that would be painful too!' Again I agreed, and again, no vein. Eventually nurse 3 is called in and finds something on the back of my hand- and then another wheelchair trip to the scanner.
I was told to bring in some music of my choice as I would be lying in a tube for 1/2 hour and was looking forward to some restful soaking and recovering from the stabbing. I handed over my CD to discover I had taken an empty box with me!!!! It also turned out that I wasn't going to be relaxing on my back, but lying on my front, with my boobs hanging in a cage, my forehead on an uncomfortable rest, and my arms stretched out in front of me.
'I'm sorry, you've got the awkward way to do this- it's not usually this bad.......'
3 hours later, and I was released again, but feeling seriously shaken by the whole experience and wishing I had not decided to go down to hospital alone!!