Watch out for Bonviva's Sudden Death
On the 2nd of July I was admitted to the hospital. I walked into the room where Annie and Nel had a bed, went to the toilet and laid down in the empty bed. It was the last time I saw the toilet. Before I knew it I was told I was not to get up anymore. My drip was installed and a bag with the equivalent of 3 months’ dose of Bonviva was attached. It was supposed to strengthen my bones and get them ready for surgery. At three in the morning I started to get what felt like labour contractions, starting in the stomach, moving on to my thighs, front and back and when reaching my back, catapulting me into a mega spasm that felt like a bolt of lightning. I screamed and screamed. The doctor wouldn’t come but he administered morphine, which started me vomiting (it did not stop for 12 days). Come morning, they made me wait until 9.00 am and decided to give me Diazepam (a muscle relaxer) to which I am allergic. Obviously it didn’t work and acted like a catalyst to the morphine. Staying in the hospital was obviously not better than staying at home. Subsequently the Morphine stopped me being able to pee. So the catherised me, giving me my first hospital infection: a bladder infection. From 3 am to 9 am on July 3, 2007, I was sure I was going to die and nobody was doing anything to save me.
So what was actually wrong? 24 hours later my general practitioner and Dr Lips told me it was the bone strengthener removing the calcium from my blood. Dr. Pelgrim, my general practitioner, did indeed tell me that if the spasm had reached my heart, I would not have made it. And here I was thinking my heart might be weak.
Incidentally, still no reply from Roche…
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