Freezing cold holding room where they administered the«chill out» pills… because everyone getting an MRI must be a drug abuser. Children running around with no supervision… and a rude technician constantly screaming at you to not fall asleep. Um, this is my day off, and this is MYMRI, I am going to sleep if I want to. In fact, every other MRI I have had they told me to try to fall asleep. Waited until 12 hours before I was supposed to arrive to tell me that I had to have $ 965.00 for the MRI, although the appointment had been on their books for over two weeks. When I just about fell out of my chair laughing at them, the only concession they could make was offer to reschedule. I called the neurosurgeon who ordered the MRI, who told me I only had to pay $ 365 that day and that they would work it out with the Imaging Center. I paid that $ 365, which was supposed to go directly to the neurosurgeon … and they never paid him. To top it all off, Tracey and I(who was there to drive me home) had a wonderful time sitting in the front lobby correcting all the typographical and grammatical errors on all the forms I filled out. Fun times.