Choosing and Living With Reclast
Having broken my ankle in three places, being postmenopausal and taking bone eating meds, my doctor and I decided that a fast acting, restorative osteoporosis medicine would be a good choice. We chose Reclast. I regret that that decision and so does he.
My youngest is in college and I felt a freedom to do for and take care of myself. I had my sight and hearing checked and made my Relcast appointment with a clinic at a Walgreen's near my home. I had cut my hair off, dyed it red, gotten a tattoo and was feelin' funky. Just having fun. So, into the clinic I go, spend about an hour getting the infusion and feeling just fine went home. I had been told the worst I might feel would be a slight fever, fluish symptoms and a mild headache. That is what I had read in all the literature as well.
Waking in dire, writhing pain, vomiting, feverish and pissed off in the middle of the night is what really happened. Making it to the bathroom, about 6 steps from my bed, was a trip across the Alps. I could not breathe through the pain and could not call my son, who lives with me, for help. Passing out seemed the only way out of the pain. I was in and out od conciousness until I saw my son in the morning and asked for a pain killer. Useless. I passed out again and it was 1:30 in the afternoon when I awoke and asked him to call 911.
I spent 3 days in the hospital. My blood pressure plummeted, potassium took a dive and IV's were put into action. A low grade fever and continuing pain made it complete. I had an allergic reaction to this medicine that was supposed to help me. No warning, no way to tell this would happen. This prescription without insurance can run $1500.
I know that medical people used to test for allergic reactions before dispensing meds but that was in the olden days. Now you are given the medicine and dealt with if you have a reaction. Is money to blame? Can the drug companies not bear the cost? I thought we or our insurance companies were doing that already
My health isn't perfect and they give this stuff to cancer patients. They don't deserve it. They deserve to know what they might be feeling in a few hours. And for a month afterward. It doesn't stop right away, it just keeps at you.
I must warn those who might be about to take it to think twice.
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