No one told me, for example, to take off my watch while I was in the room with ds, holding his hand. The watch stopped, of course.
And no one told me if I was allowed to talk to ds or not, so I played it safe and sat there in virtual silence, as he grew ever more anxious.
And this MRI completely lacked that space-agey rocket-tube contraption thingey; the whole thing was wide open. We must have been magnetized to the hilt.
I had to sign a form to say I deffo wasn't pregnant and had no metal implants, so that much I knew.
But it all seemed sloppy. I really regretted having it done at that hospital; I hear bad enough things about it already.
Perhaps I should write a complaint?