Author: Lelainia Lloyd

I was 36 years old when I had my first MRI. I remember being told to put one of those awful hospital gowns before being led into a dark cool room. The MRI machine stood in the centre of the room, hulking and intimidating. I was given earplugs and told to climb up onto the bed of the machine and lie down. The technologist spent the next 5 minutes bolting my head and neck into some kind of contraption meant to keep me still, before pressing a call button into my hand and walking away. Pinned down by the headgear, I began to feel anxious.

Regulatory links: Standards of Practice 1.1 (a, b, c, e, g), 1.2 (d, h, i), 2.4 (a, b, c), 2.5 (b), 2.6 (b, d); Code of Ethics 1 (a, c), 3 (a, b)

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