Bed rails symptoms and conditions

I was told by my doctor to go to the ER for my severe migraine. I was given Reglan, Toradol, and a third drug that I cannot remember. The drug was given through an IV. About four or five minutes after the drug was given (I was in the room alone) I began to feel strangely. I wasn't warned about any strange side effects so I began to worry what was going on.

The side effects started by feeling a GREAT and inexplicable sense of urgency...like I needed to get up and run somewhere important RIGHT AWAY. Shortly after, like thirty seconds later I was forced to jump up out of the bed, it was literally painful to be sitting in the bed. I needed to move...and NOW! I was trying to rationalize my behavior. I felt as if I was given some kind of psychological drug that screwed with my mind. I began to feel a terror unlike any terror I have ever known.

I was trying to reason myself back to calmness and sanity, but I began to feel the rest of my body go into convulsions. I was standing on the side of the bed in my hospital room and I clutched on to the bed rails and started rocking and twitching and crying hysterically. I wanted to rip my IV out and run like crazy. I became claustrophobic and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was covered in a cold sweat and I felt like a knife was going into my heart. I was convinced I was having a true heart attack.

My doctor happened to walk by my room and the curtain was half open. He saw me crying and writhing on the side of the bed. He laughed at me and asked me what was wrong. I politely reminded him that he was the one with the medical degree and that he should tell me what was going on. He smiled a Mr. Rogers kind of smile and said, "dystonia....that's all. So, just relax." He made me sit on the bed and that is when the full body convulsions started. I was flopping like a fish out of water on the bed and the nurse started getting short with me telling me I needed to "calm down." I politely told her that it was not my disposition that was causing the freak out, but the chemical that she pumped me full of.

I kept asking what was going on and what "dystonia" was. I was treated like an irrational child and the doctor sat smiling at me like I was crazy. I was convinced I was literally dying. The nurse put the blood pressure cuff back on me and she started freaking out saying that if I didn't control my heart and bring it back down to normal that I was going to have a heart attack. I told her that was my complaint from the beginning of the allergic reaction. I thought I was having a heart attack.

Reluctantly, (and after ten minutes of suffering the most painful and slow torture) the doctor prescribed some benadryl. I was begging him at this point to sedate me because the pain, panic, and body convulsions were beyond my tolerance...that and I was terrified and not getting any answers. The doctor held me down in the bed after the benadryl was administered and he kept insisting I go to sleep. How can you sleep when you are suffering those kinds of symptoms and convinced you are dying (without so much as an explanation as to what is happening to your body)?

I eventually fell asleep five or ten minutes later and woke up being wheeled to CT scan for my migraine. The worst part was that I was begging for my husband the whole time (who was just outside the room fighting with the billing department). The doctor told me that he was going to get my husband and then just left. I went through that whole trauma alone.

And when I was released from the hospital two hours later no one ever bothered to explain to me that the muscle spasms, heart pain, palpitations, and panic attacks would continue for some time as the drug worked its way out of my system. The side effects lasted on a much more mild scale for two days following this episode. I wouldn't wish this terror on the worst person on earth. Why is this drug even offered to people?