I am a critical care trained Registered Nurse turned patient who developed one of those RARE side-effects that can happen when you take any medication. The only medical condition I have is Irritable Bowel Syndrome, (the "C" kind.... constipation). As with all chronic illnesses, you can be doing great, cruising along at a steady state, good symptom management when BAM.....there it is again! In my case, severe left upper quadrant abdominal pain with constipation, crazy bloating ("no I am not 5 months pregnant...it's gas!"), nausea, reflux and eventual diarrhea after you eat, drink and do everything in your power just to poop. There, I said it.....this whole medical mess I found myself in was because of poop, or lack of it! So, my story starts like this......I have been seeing the same gastroenterologist for years. He, very literally, knows me inside and out. He knows what I eat that agrees with me and what blows me up like a balloon. We have worked over the years to get my ever-evolving symptoms under control. With Irritable Bowel Syndrome, it's a matter of managing flares and keeping things moving along as smoothly as possible. I had been "stable" taking a few different medications that control contributing factors of IBS-C for a few years until about six months ago. My stress level went up tenfold in a short time. We decided to build a new home, so we bought land, sold our current home very quickly, (less than 24 hrs), moved into a very small rental and 2 storage units with three kids and two cats, started a new job, adopted a puppy, mother-in-law got very sick postoperatively......all in about 2 months time. Needless to say, the stress affected my IBS and I was in a constant flare. After cleared CT scans, a colonoscopy, and multiple dietary changes we started to adjust medications. With adjusting these medications you go through many unwanted side effects for a few weeks. Fatigue, dry mouth, nausea, dizziness, etc., many of the "typical" side effects mentioned on the TV commercials, magazine ads, and medication information inserts. These side effects are usually temporary resolving over time as your body adjusts. After trying a few "lesser of the evil" medications, no luck, still struggling. So we finally decided to wean off one class of drugs as we introduce and increase another. This is where it starts to go bad. Within the first few weeks on this new medication, I knew it did not agree with me. I was not just moody, but in full meltdown mode if the computer did not boot up fast enough. Crying in the corner on the floor. Every time I had to say no to my kids, (you guess by their ages 11, 9, and 7 how often in a given day that happens), I would convince myself that I was the worst mom ever. Crying so hard like I scarred them for life because they could not have a can of Dr. Pepper at 8 pm! My brain knew what was rational but my emotions told me another story and one that was difficult to forgive myself for. So I made an appointment with the GI specialist to discuss this and work on getting me off this medication. During the day or two before my appointment, I felt palpitations here and there. They were significant enough to take my breath away but did not last long. I mentioned it to my husband and we chalked it up to stress or caffeine. The day of my appointment, I was feeling more frequent palpitations so I asked when my vital signs were being checked what my heart rate was. The nurse very casually said 120 bpm. She said that it had been up as high as 140 but settled in around 120. I was not nervous or anxious at that time but was surprised and concerned. I am a runner and am athletic. My normal resting heart rate in between 50 and 60 bpm. I mentioned this to the physician when I was seen and he agreed with all of the symptoms I was having on this particular drug that gradual weaning off was the answer and tapering up another class of drugs that will hopefully give me and my colon the desired effect of peace and calm. That night I was aware of my more frequent high heart rate. By the next morning, I was about to start a cycling class and I checked my heart rate prior....135. Being a bit stubborn and a lot stupid, I took the class anyway. I went about class as intensely as I would normally. My heart rate went up as high as usual. I did not feel dizzy or severely short of breath. Stress test complete! I passed, except after class, my rate stayed above 140 and I had the shortness of breath and now a sense of someone sitting on my chest. That day my husband and I met to choose the tile for the new house we are building and I felt worse. As far as I could tell my heart rate was never going down. I had more episodes of pressure, shortness of breath and a few dizzy spells. It was now time to go to the hospital. At the hospital, I got the typical cardiac work up. Besides being tachycardic in 150's, I had a negative cardiac profile as well as electrolytes, thyroid, and CBC. I had a positive D-Dimer (who doesn't) which started the workup for pulmonary embolism. After scans, that too was cleared from my differential list. Despite bolus', maintenance intravenous fluids, and antibiotics (incidental finding of urinary tract infection) my heart rate would not budge. So ultimately, I was able to discharge after four days with exactly the same symptoms as I came in with. The only answer was that I was having a reaction to the medication. This particular medication causes irregular tachyarrhythmias and widened QT intervals in a very small percentage of the population.......me. Lucky me! So today is, as I type this, the last day of my wean from this medication. I am still having intermittent bursts of tachycardia, but much less frequent. I am looking forward to being done with this mess. We never know when starting a new medication how our body will respond. With different hormone levels, metabolisms, and system functions even that .001% of medication reaction possibilities can happen to you. Be aware of your body. Know your baseline. Report any changes from that baseline to your prescribing doctor, and definitely go to the hospital for any potentially life threatening symptoms. I am glad that I have maintained an active lifestyle, so that my heart was able to tolerate the sustained high heart rate for so long without damage. All this trouble just because of poop! Who'd have thought! 1 Down Vote Up Vote × About Sarah Matacale, BSN, RN 15 Articles 46 Posts Share this post Share on other sites