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This blog is about my experiences leading up to a diagnosis with Ulcerative Colitis, living with U.C., having a complete colectomy (large intestines removed), and life after surgery.  Hopefully I can provide insight and hope to others dealing with similar issues.

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More Medications for Ulcerative Colitis

10/24/2012

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I wasn't off of the Asacol very long before my symptoms returned worse than before.  They then put me on Colazal.  Colazal also has mesalamine as its active ingredient.  In other words, different brand, same medication.  After about a week on the Colazal, my head began feeling tingly again, as it had on Asacol.  I stopped taking it and my neurologist agreed that I should ever taken Asacol or Colazal again.  The physician's assistant at the gastroenterologist's office wasn't as convinced.  He seemed angry at me, talked down to me.  He told me that if they couldn't get my ulcerative colitis under control I may need surgery and could have a colostomy for the rest of my life.  

I asked him, "if you had to choose between thinking straight or pooping straight, what would you choose?"  He never really did answer that question.  We disagreed on the fact that flagyl had given me diarrhea, my position was that it was a poor drug to choose since my symptom (bloody stools) was not likely caused by giardia.  I pointed out to him that flagyl can actually cause pseudomembranous colitis.  He said it couldn't.  I told him to read the package insert from the drug manufacture and learn more about the medications he prescribes.  It was the last time that office ever told me that I couldn't have a visit with the actual MD because he was too busy.

Thereafter my visits were with a doctor.  I think the physician's assistant didn't want to see me anymore.  Each visit, the doctor would sit with his legs crossed, rarely making eye contact.  He would pay the most attention to my record on his tablet computer.  Eventually he would say in a therapeutic voice, "You have what we call Ulcerative Colitis."  What a joke!  Did he think he was so stupid I couldn't remember that diagnosis in-between my visits which occurred at least monthly?  It seemed as though he was treating me like a small child.  He would review my blood work.  He would ask about my daily activities, and then sometimes declare that most people with blood work that looked like mine were unable to work, on disability, and in the hospital.  Maybe so, but how could he help me.  I was an active person, and very stubborn.  Other medications were tried.

I was given mercaptopurine, a 6-mp drug.  The doctor told me it was so safe that they prescribed it to pregnant women.  I later discovered that it was commonly used for chemotherapy for cancer patients.  I was also put on prednisone.  The plan was to decrease the dose after the mercaptopurine started to work.  This drug never seemed to work for me.  Each time the dose of prednisone was decreased my symptoms returned worse than before.    I began to experience joint pain, primarily in my hips and shoulders.  Sometimes when I went to the bathroom, I wasn't sure if I passed anything, but blood.  I definitely was not getting any better.  I sought a second opinion.

The next doctor I went to was very worried about the joint pain.  Apparently some people are genetically predisposed to a bad joint problem, and should not be given mercaptopurine.  He ordered blood tests and x-rays to check my hips.  Everything checked out o.k., but it still seemed reasonable to stop taking the mercaptopurine since it had worked after several months.  I was now on high doses of prednisone.  Initially it did help my ulcerative colitis, but its effect seemed to be ever decreasing.  Weight gain was the only good side effect I experienced from prednisone.

I experienced psychotic side-effects.  At the time, I was unsure if this was due to seizures, seizure medication, or what.  I didn't talk about them until they had been gone for about a year.  I heard voices.  At first the voices seemed like a dull mumble.  I could be sitting alone in a room alone at home, and think I heard a person or two speaking softly in the other room.  Of course, if I went into the other room nobody was there.  I would check outside, but nobody was there either.  The voices usually came when there weren't people talking or other sounds.  They got louder as time went on.  Sometimes it seemed they were talking in the back seat of my car when I was driving alone.  They became more audible with time.  They spoke clearly, and never said nice things.  Mostly the voices just had insults or told me to go do bad things.  They would taunt me.  I pretended not to hear.  

There was no way I was going to start arguing with those voices.  They got more frequent and even started talking to me at work, whenever nobody else was talking.  When I wasn't listening to somebody or some music, the voices were there.  It was so bad; I had to listen to music as I went to sleep at night to keep the voices from disturbing me as I tried to fall asleep.  I became somewhat paranoid of many coworkers, neighbors, and close friends.   
In the past I had to be close to a bathroom, but now sometimes close wasn't close enough. 

There isn't much as humiliating as suddenly feeling such a strong urge to defecate that your only choice is to crouch down on the sidewalk and try with all your might not to use the bathroom, while your body cramps and you lose all control.  I didn't recognize that the psychotic side-effects were due to the prednisone until I went off of it.  I did go off of it.  I was at my wits' end.  I spoke with yet another doctor about tapering off the prednisone.  A taper schedule was written and approved by the doctor.   I now knew I needed surgery, but it was the holiday season and I didn't want to disrupt anybody's plans.  I waited until the holidays were over.  
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Side effects of Asacol

10/23/2012

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I was now taking several tablets of Asacol, 3 times per day.  Asacol is one of several medications with an active ingredient of mesalamine.  All medications have side effects.  When considering whether or not to take a medication you should consider the risks and benefits and the opinion of your doctor (after all, the doctor has years of specialized training).  At first this seemed like a great medication for the treatment of my ulcerative colitis, but that soon changed.

It seemed that my stools were practically normal almost immediately.  I couldn't see any more blood, and the number of stools per day was reduced as well.  Taking this expensive medication several times a day the rest of my life might be worth it, if it really was this good.  If only it lasted.  After about a week of taking Asacol, my brain began feeling differently.

The first side-effect I noticed was a tingling sensation in my head.  I poked at my skull with my fingers, wondering if this sensation was in the skin, but it wasn't.  This tingling sensation was coming from inside of the skull - my brain!  The feeling got stronger each day.  At times the tingling was so apparent it made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the tingling in my brain.  

Another side-effect I experienced might best be described as a brain fog.  I was having trouble organizing activities and returning to them.  This made ADD seem pretty mild.  I was working as a loan officer and the only way I was able to keep things straight was to follow a rigid system.  I had developed a system for organizing all of the loan files I was working on, or had recently worked on.  So when I found myself sitting in my office wondering what I was supposed to do, I was able to just methodically go through the files in my office and the database I kept on my computer.  Often somebody would stop by and begin talking to me like they knew me.  I learned to play along and then ask for their account number and verify their last 4 of their social security number when I pulled it up in the computer.  Once I had their account pulled up, I would get the loan file and often be amazed that just a few hours earlier I had worked up this person for a loan.  The proof was in my own handwriting!  Luckily I kept good notes and was able to look up what additional requirements I had requested.  These two side-effects among others were constant, as long as I was taking the Asacol.

Another side-effect I noticed was the inability to keep track of time.  Sure I wore a watch and had clocks in my office and at home, but without looking I had no idea what time it was.  If I could see outside I could tell if it was day or night, but otherwise had lost the ability to estimate time frames.  For example, more than once at work I noticed people turning off many lights, and going about their activities as they would at the end of the day.  I was baffled; they were all pulling a prank on me.  They had managed to change the time on the clock in my office and even my wrist watch.  It seemed I had only been at work about half an hour, or sometimes perhaps 2 hours at most.  Why did the clock say 5:30pm and how did they get everybody to play along.  I got on the internet to check the time.  It was indeed 5:30pm, but what had I done all day long?  I referred to my database and reviewed the list of loan applications I had processed that day.  I couldn't remember any of it.  This worried me, but I put my things away too, and went home.  The opposite effect sometimes happened too.  Sometimes when I checked the time it was only 10am, but I felt exhausted and it seemed as if I had been at work all day or even for 2 days straight (not leaving overnight).  

My memory was obviously affected by this, but it wasn't for months later that I realized how bad it really was.  It was January and I was sitting on the couch at home.  The holidays had passed while I was on Asacol.  I thumbed through a pile of books next to the couch.  There was a really neat book about Mayan hieroglyphics.  I enjoy reading such books and was glad to note this one was not even a library book.  I asked my wife when we had got this book.  With tears in her eyes, she replied that I got it for Christmas.  Could I really not remember?  I realized I couldn't remember Halloween or Christmas.  I think I could only remember Thanksgiving, because we went to my sister's new house and everything was so unusual to me that I remembered it.  I'm a fast learner so after I got caught having forgotten something like that a couple of times, I just stopped asking such questions.  I still don't remember Halloween or Christmas from that year.

The final and worst side-effect of Asacol for me was seizures.  My head had begun feeling tingly after about a week on that medication.  After about another week I began having seizures.  I asked my gastroenterologist and my neurologist about the side-effects of Asacol.  They denied these being side-effects, because they weren't in the available literature.  I pointed out that somebody had to be the first to experience a side-effect and that even if a side-effect is rare it still exists.  The physician's assistant at the gastroenterologist said I was "Lucky".  I told him he had and interesting definition of the word lucky.  As time went on I trusted my doctors, and other people, less and less.  I really believed that Asacol had given me seizures.  I still think I probably never would have had seizures were it not for taking Asacol.  

My neurologist had me on one medication and wanted to add another.  He finally got me to agree to an additional medication if a new EEG showed no seizure activity. An EEG was scheduled in about a week and a half.  I went home and stopped taking the Asacol.  My head began feeling better within a couple of days.  My EEG showed no seizure activity.  It was a step in the right direction.  My seizures decreased in intensity and frequency.  They never did completely go away.  Seizures are a problem I still deal with.  You can read more about them in my other blog.

Without taking Asacol, how would my intestines be?  Time would soon tell.
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    Clip Holverson Jr. was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis at the age of 30.  Follow this blog to read about the treatments, including surgery, he eventually had to treat it.

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