Showing posts with label medications. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medications. Show all posts

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Heart of the Matter

This is my are-we-having-fun-yet face.  That walkman-sized thing on my shoulder?  The receiver for the Holter monitor I'm wearing today.  You want to be hooked up to stuff?  Don't have to go to the hospital to do it!
It is already well established that I am a sensitive gal.  I've been called worse.  Nurses say I'm "reactive", often experiencing the rarest (and even some undocumented) side effects of medications, known by many friends, family and co-workers as an easy cry, prone to unravel while even reading such stories as Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows, Charlotte's Web or The Keeping Quilt.  Even ask my students.  I have always been an emotional person, raised to express myself, never one to keep my opinions to myself (even ask Dan).  What can I say?  My heart has always been open.   

I have been taking a beta blocker for over a month now - it was a little touch and go in the beginning with some itching (anxiety, much?) - but it seemed to do the trick and my heart rate upon examination in the cardiologist's office is a respectable 82.  Still, this BB did not seem to do much to relieve my fatigue (in fact, as this type of medication is made to slow your system down, it definitely worsened the exhaustion in the beginning) or my tendency towards feeling lightheaded, especially when I stand up.

This initial diagnosis of inappropriate sinus tachycardia (basically means that my heart is racing for no detectable reason) of course led to some interweb searching.  I stumbled upon some autonomic function disorders, but I didn't seem to fit in any of those categories.  Last week, my mom accompanied me to get a second opinion from a cardiologist at Pennsylvania Hospital.  After taking a good look at my most recent echocardiogram (ultrasound of the heart) and my other records and reports, he decided I have P.O.T.S. 

Hmm.  Pots, you say?  Yes, POTS.  Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome.  Ooooh, first I get a malignant disease, then some inflammation, and now, now I get to have a syndrome, too?  It's too good to be true.

POTS is a member of the autonomic disorder family, which would seem to fall under the umbrella of neurology, since it's all about your brain's job of sending and receiving messages.  However, since this particular condition seems to be ruled by the heart, cardiologists are the primary treating doctors. 

I'm still not entirely convinced that I have this syndrome, as it's primary characteristic is that upon standing, heart rate jumps and blood pressure drops - both dramatically.  My problem is that my heart races and blood pressure is low even at rest (last night, after laying in bed for a few hours, my pulse was 92 - and that's with medication to keep it low).  I never got the "tilt table" test, which many websites indicate is vital to a diagnosis, so I don't consider this the final word on my situation.

Either way, the beta blocker does not eliminate all of the symptoms of this syndrome, it merely aids in the tachycardia portion.  The poopy part is that because the job of a BB is to slow down your system, it also lowers your blood pressure.  Mine was already at the low end of normal to begin with (94/64).  Now it is down to 80/50, maybe 88/60 if I'm having a good day.  Low blood pressure is the leading cause of lightheadedness.

The biggest obstacle in the treatment of this POTS business for me is that little chemical sensitiviy thing I have going.  I will surely get whatever crazy annoying side effects there are to whatever drugs I use to rectify the situation.  Like Dr. Henry says, "there's no free lunch."  Which really stinks, cause I like lunch, and definitely free stuff.

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I still have not made any concrete decisions about returning to work this year.  Certainly, my main goal is to feel good.  And if feeling good = return to work, then so be it.  In the meantime, I am afraid to

a) lose my position at my school and never be able to return there in the future
OR
b) overexert myself and bring back that pesky cancer
OR
c) be bored at home and drive myself crazy with anxiety with no work to keep me mentally occupied

While last year at this time, I was perpetually requesting a fast forward button, this August finds me searching out pause.  I would actually like to freeze frame the next month and give myself a chance to find my equlibrium, be it with salt pills and lots of all-natural gatorade or the potentially dangerous/miraculous chemical concoctions. 

Is there any chance of finding that universal remote (or, as it's known in our house, "the mote control") from the Adam Sandler movie Click?  C'mon Hollywood people, I know you're out there.

xxoo

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Sensitive

1 in 100,000.  That's me.  Well, at least as far as getting "rare" side effects from medications.  I was put on a few new ones last week due to the heart rate and some other issues and since then, have been extra fatigued, not breathing well, pulse pounding, etc.  Since I started 4 new meds in 2 days, it was hard to decipher which one(s) was causing the reactions.  Finally, after doing my research (and discovering that only 1 in 100,000 people see darkened urine while taking this drug), noticing an allergy rash, and speaking to my multitude of doctors, I am now off of 3/4 of them.  The plan is to return to one of them after this rash clears up. 

It's so frustrating to feel like I have zero control over any given situation.  I said to Dan the other day that I wish I could go back to this naive place I was in before where I trusted doctors and believed they could heal whatever ailed me.  Ignorance is bliss and I was the happiest of them all.

So I spent yesterday letting my heart chill out on the sofa in the heavenly air conditioning, all so I would have the energy to go to the Glee Live concert, as I had been looking forward to it for many months.  I simply refused to have this occasion derailed by my hyper-sensitive insides, even if it meant I had to drink water constantly to keep from coughing.

And the show was amazing - every single song was a show stopper - and sent me right back to high school (could it have been all of the teens and tweens in attendance?).  I couldn't help but think that if Glee had been around when we were younger that we could've been cool in high school (slushies excluded).  Amazing what pop culture is capable of.

Today is another hot one.  Only Judah's 2nd day of summer vacation and I'm already stumped at how to entertain him without over-exerting myself.