Maybe I'm not crazy after all. I'm a 55-year-old female who has ...

Melwill, You're not alone. I have been taking Advair since Dec 27, 2007. I have endured 3 months of hell. I only figured out a few days ago, after all of my doctors have given up on me and started to make me feel like I was going nuts, that all of my horrendous symptoms for the past 3 months are all related to taking Advair. heart palpitations followed by my heart skipping a beat, throat constriction/swelling, back of tongue swelling, difficulty breathing/taking a deep breath, constant throat clearing due to random throat mucus, and hoarseness. I started to do more thorough investigating of the blog sites after the heart palpitations started 2 weeks ago. All other symptoms I have had every single day for 3 months. My quality of life went to zero. Thanks Advair. I went to the prescribing doctor every week for 3 months. Too bad the entire medical group could not figure out the issues here. Today is day 3 of no Advair. My symptoms are starting to improve already. I pray that each day is better than the last.

I, too, made the decision to go cold turkey 4 months ago, and I believe that it has saved both my life and my sanity.

About 8 years ago, my doctor put me on a regime of Singulair & Advair, and after a lifetime of poorly controlled asthma, my lungs were no longer an issue in my life. However, over those 8 years, I have gone from being a cheerful, always-good-for-a-laugh optimist to a bundle of frayed nerves perpetually on the edge of despair. Also, over the past 3 years, my asthma has gradually reasserted itself, and then a year ago, when a trip to the desert triggered an asthma attack, my doctor increased my dosage of Advair. My life became a living hell. Even after I switched back to the lower dosage of Advair, my resting heart rate was 120, and I awoke at least two days a week with uncontrollable nausea and vomiting. Test after test revealed no physiological explanations for the cardiac and gastric symptoms. Finally, after 10 months of living like that, and being essentially disabled, I found myself sitting on a dirty, deserted sidewalk at 1 in the morning (I was walking home from a late movie), because I thought my heart was going to explode out my back. That night, once I'd recovered enough to make it the rest of the way home, I tossed my drugs. I knew that I was placing myself at risk for an asthma attack, but I was certain that, if I didn't do it, I would certainly die. Within two days, the chest pains associated with my racing heart were gone, and within a week, people in my life were commenting on how much calmer I was. And now, every time something goes wrong, I find myself amazed that I am not freaking out. Yeah, the bad stuff bothers me, but it doesn't consume me like it had been.

I remain off my meds, although I take a puff or two of albuterol if I'm coughing, and while I don't trust my lungs as far as I can throw them, I am putting my life back together. Sadly, I cannot erase the past 8 years of crazy woman from my family and friends' memories, but at least I don't have to live the rest of my life as that person.

I used it for a short while, but found that it didn't do a very good job on my asthma and as a diabetic it caused a rise in my blood sugar.

It also causes blood sugar to rise. I'm also a type 1 diabetic.