Medical Imaging Day

A week before leaving on our vacation I got a phone call from the hospital reminding me of my MRI on the 17th. I told them that I thought there was some sort of mix up because I couldn’t be MRI’d due to the implanted magnets. The tech was a little outraged at me having wasted his department’s time, saying, “well why did you agree to have this scan then?”

I told him that I had not agreed to it, and would not agree to it, because I know I can’t be scanned magnetically. He seemed to get more irritated, and demanded to know why I had signed the consent form then? Asking for clarification from him, he told me that he had a consent for the MRI procedure sitting in front of him with my signature on it. I asked him to describe the signature — “it’s just a scribble” he said (check) — and I felt a little like I was slipping into the Twilight Zone.

“There must be some mix-up I said,” which he clearly found hard to believe as he was utterly convinced that he had a consent there in front of him that was signed by me, and I was even beginning to wonder about it myself. Had I somehow signed off on this by accident?

“You are Shannon Larratt…?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“…110 pounds…?”

“Wait… No! I’m more than double that size!”

So who knows what happened. There’s only one other Shannon Larratt in this world — Shannon Charlene Larratt, a distant female relative who lives in South Africa (and who also is a fair bit chunkier than 110 pounds). So I don’t know what happened. Somehow they have a form there with my name and phone number on it, perhaps my signature, but someone else’s details and procedure. Thank god it wasn’t an amputation surgery or something more damaging!!! Anyway, they told me they’d call my doctor to get it straightened out and that was the last I heard from them. I just assumed I’d sort it out in the new year.

When Caitlin and I got off our return flight from Cuba I turned my phone back on, and it beeped at me that I had a message waiting. I called up, and it said that I had a CT scan scheduled for the morning of the 23rd — today — and that this was their courtesy call to remind me. I had been expecting a CT scan, so I put it on the calender and decided it was the good side of the trip cancellation. Yesterday I got another call from the hospital telling me about medical imaging and before the receptionist could finish I said, “yes, I know, I have a CT scan tomorrow morning — I’ll be there… thanks for calling to remind me!”

“Umm… This is the echo lab, not CT. We need to schedule an ultrasound of your heart, and if you’re coming in tomorrow anyway, why don’t you come up to the 16th floor after your CT scan and we’ll check your heart then.”

So that all worked out, and this morning (after posting on ModBlog’s Nazi tattoo fiasco, one of the first times I’ve posted there in a year) I headed off to the hospital. I brought my netbook along to do some programming (the source code to ZenCash is now about 8,000 lines and very satisfying to work on), but the wait times were very limited so I didn’t get much done. First they squeezed me into the CT machine, having some trouble doing the specific scans because I’m too big to easily do scans of my shoulders and the other stuff needed for this sort of muscular dystrophy (I heard them saying they thought it was the “limb-girdle” form, but I’m not convinced at all by that preliminary diagnosis because AFAIK that form is painless, and whatever I have is quite painful).


The scan took about an hour with me in nothing but socks, shoes, and a pair of hospital gowns. As I kept getting plunged into the doughnut shaped CT scanner over and over and started getting very bored, my mind strayed to the “sex in an MRI scanner” study and I had the horrible fear that I was going to get a boner and be totally mortified when the nurse came back into the room. Luckily the fear did not come true and I forced my mind onto the most unerotic things I could imagine.

Speaking of embarrassing, after the CT scan, I went up for the heart scan, which only required me to be topless, but did not allow for me to be covered with a gown, so the Eastern European male ultrasound tech had a full on view of my dirty tattoo. He asked me, “so what is going on here”, and I sort of mumbled and giggled and wasn’t sure what to say, but the guy kept looking and asking about it.

“So that guy at the door… What is he… walking in on his… wife?”

“Uh, wife… Yeah, something like that.”

The heart scan was pretty neat. I recorded a very short five second video which you can see on YouTube if you click on the picture. I got a CD of the CT scan so I’ll try and post that in the next couple days (it doesn’t seem to be Windows 7 compatible so I’ll have to ask Caitlin if I can use her computer), and in a week or two I should get a CD of the full heart scan data. I really enjoyed watching my heart beating from various angles on the screen, with the blood changing colour depending on the direction of flow.


The only bad thing about the heart scan was that he had to put sticky pads on me for the sensors, and the first one caught my beard, gluing my beard to my chest… Ouch!!!

On my drive home I had a nice phone call from my dad, and then from my brother also. My brother as well as Caitlin’s mom have both kindly and warmly invited us out for a “plan B” Christmas, but I think we’re having a good time enjoying some rare time where it’s just the two of us and will stay here. The other good news on my drive home is that I discovered that my favorite candy — Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups — is now available in white chocolate. Yummy!


  1. Elizabeth wrote:

    Lots of funny in this post, then you had to go and mention white chocolate. The only food I have an aversion to. Yuck!!!!! :(

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 3:56 pm | Permalink
  2. Shannon wrote:

    At least it doesn’t happen until the end of the entry…

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 4:07 pm | Permalink
  3. Isabel wrote:

    Your eyes (pre-blue) freak the hell out of me. In a good way. But damn… white chocolate Reese’s have been around for years, and they’re just making their way there now?

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 5:59 pm | Permalink
  4. Shannon wrote:

    Yeah I guess so, this is the first time I’ve ever seen them… And I keep in touch with the candy aisle.

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 6:26 pm | Permalink
  5. Jesse wrote:

    I’m really kind of curious as to what you find unerotic haha.

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 6:29 pm | Permalink
  6. Caitlin wrote:

    Jesse: pineapple juice and eggplant.

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 8:28 pm | Permalink
  7. Jesse wrote:

    What an interesting combination.

    I’m rather fond of pineapple juice though.

    I just start going through the alphabet listing non-erotic common things for each letter. I’m usually safe by the letter M.

    Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 9:42 pm | Permalink
  8. Nygaard wrote:

    You should shave off the beard and get fit again…

    Friday, December 25, 2009 at 12:13 pm | Permalink
  9. Shannon wrote:

    Oh yeah, I should definitely get fit again…! Not so easy though — I was asking my doctor for advice because the problem I have is that with the muscles healing so slowly that exercise can cause more damage than I can heal from, so it ends up having the opposite effect.

    Friday, December 25, 2009 at 1:18 pm | Permalink
  10. Ed wrote:

    I went to the modblog, and noticed the post was gone. then I look to the right side of the page– and it had the ad for donating to bme’s legal fund. All I could think of is a legal fund for bme – when bme isn’t with its maker. Oh well…

    Saturday, December 26, 2009 at 5:44 am | Permalink
  11. Uncle Flo wrote:

    Ah, yes, Reese’s White Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups!! A worthy find indeed!

    Saturday, December 26, 2009 at 7:42 pm | Permalink
  12. MONTE wrote:

    i’m not a fan of white chocolate, but luckily they make dark chocolate reeece’s cups. over all i like the Big cups best, more of the good peanut butter goodness!

    i’ve had a few canadian friends discover new candies while visiting here. seems it takes a while for them to get up to canada, if they get there. her new discovery was peanut butter twix.

    Saturday, December 26, 2009 at 9:01 pm | Permalink
Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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