CT Calcium Score test

10 June 2025

After a relaxing day yesterday of just lunch with a friend from Melaka and a gym workout, I had my long-awaited big day today.

It’s the day of my CT Calcium Score test to see the level of obstruction (if any) in my arteries, in case I can do without taking statins.  I had recently been to a cardiologist who suggested that I should commence taking statins for my consistently high triglycerides and my borderline cholesterol.

The test is not covered by insurance in New Zealand and costs NZD545 to 660 whereas I could get it done at Pantai Hospital in KL for about NZD120 (MYR299).

This low price normally applies when part of an add-on to a bigger package but in their case it was a very straightforward pricing.

I ordered a car around 0915 and got to the hospital about 0945.  For a private hospital, it was big and busy, much like a public hospital with a bit of waiting between steps of the process:

  • I saw the receptionist who directed me to the Imaging department.
  • In the imaging department, the administrators directed me to the self-service kiosk to check myself in. The kiosk gave a queue number and I waited patiently.
  • After a few minutes, I was called up to do the brief registration paperwork.
  • After a bit more sitting and waiting, I was called up to pay at the cashier’s desk. This was 30 mins after I had checked-in.
  • Then I sat down and waited for my turn for the scan. I was called up around 1040 to wait outside the scanning room for about 15 mins while the previous patient was being done.

The scan itself was quick, taking about 5 mins.  I lay on a horizontal surface and was slid into a white donut-shaped machine.  Unlike the MRI, there was no need to remove any metal objects and I had my clothes on.

A couple of heart monitors were attached to my chest and I was asked to inhale and hold my breath a few times for the scan.

I was out of the hospital about 90 mins after arrival.  Overall, I wasn’t too enamoured by the hospital, mainly because of the lack of clarity around the report:

  • The administrator told me that I’d have to collect my results in a few days.
  • But when I said it wasn’t possible, they asked me to send someone. The report would come in the form of a big folder.
  • When I resisted, she checked with a colleague, they said they could email it.
  • Finally, the radiographer also confirmed that the report can be easily emailed. It would be a brief report but there is also a CD.

I didn’t go any deeper into how the contents of the CD would be included in the email I was getting into the “it is what it is” mode.  I was more interested in my overall score, perhaps, rather than detailed photos which hopefully wouldn’t show any obstruction.

The hospital gave an insight into Malaysian society and stereotypes:

  • All the administrators were Indian. Perhaps considered efficient and good in English when dealing with patients.
  • Most of the nurses were Malay, the major ethnic group in the country. They are generally gentle caring people.
  • I don’t think I saw a single Chinese staff member.

I returned to my part of town and treated myself to an Indian banana leaf lunch.

My attempt to go the gym failed as I couldn’t make an arrangement with the person who runs it.  It’s located in an apartment complex and for casual walk-ins like myself, an arrangement is required.

I finished my stay in Kuala Lumpur with a 2h blind massage.  I didn’t realise how sore and tight I was.  I guess, the workouts in recent days must be doing something.

 

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