I am officially the NHS pin cushion of the year

Well now, some of my good old buddies in the physical world will know of my injury and how no-one in the medical profession can give me a diagnosis after 3 & 1/2 years.
Lets start from the beginning:
3 separate physiotherapists
3 MRI Scans
12 X-Rays
1 Osteoskeletal Surgeon
12 Blood Tests
1 Private Specialist in vehicular injuries
1 Musceoskeletal Physiotherapist
1 Rhumatologist

and still no diagnosis.

Well today has been my latest MRI scan (what a joy if your a little bit claustrophobic!) and all was going well, had quite a hot nurse get me ready and help me with my gown (yes its embarrassing a cotton gown with a split down the back where your ass is on show!) and it was relaxing lying there for 30 minutes. Suddenly I get pulled out of the machine and there is this little dude with a syringe explaining they need to inject this die into my blood stream for the next set of MRI's. I'm not the most relaxed when it comes to needles but I thought, "hey, just get on with the injecting and I can back to sleep for another half hour". But boy, was I wrong. Six, I repeat, six attempts to find a flaming vein. No-one has ever struggled to find a vein in my arms before, and I'm gradually starting to get a bit annoyed and skittish because of the number of needles being inserted into my skin! So with blood gradually dripping from both my arms, the hot nurse comes in and tells the idiot to get some gauze and tape and fix my arms while she expertly finds a vein, this time in my hand, first time by the way, but damn that hurt more lol. The rest of the scan was uneventful and when I get a chance I'll put a a few photos up of the bruising that idiot caused. If I get stopped by the police in the next few days, they'll think I'm a drug addict with all these punctures lol.

Now I need to wait for the results which will probably be 3-4 months, woop woop!
So until next time, ciao!