Just stop reading for now if you're eating or easily grossed out. Because what follows sucks. And is not at all compatible with avoiding nausea.
On Tuesday I was feeling mostly ok until mid-day, when I started to burp with a sulphur smell. That was super-weird and had some nausea, but I figured maybe I ate something that was causing it. By Tuesday night I was feeling sick but at that point I'd only eaten an english muffin for breakfast and was worried that my carb intake was too low, putting me at risk of a CPT2 episode. I used cannabis as an antiemetic (thank you, Canada, for making that easy to do) and I was able to eat two pieces of bread.
When I woke up on Wednesday morning, I was feeling very sick and very full. A side effect of Trulicity is that it is capable of slowing digestion. What I didn't know is that it would effectively stop my digestion. I couldn't eat more because there was literally no place for it to go. I tried to stay hydrated and had sports drinks with glucose to stave off muscle breakdown, but by Wednesday evening I was feeling pretty weak. On top of that, I tried using cannabis as an antiemetic Wednesday night but I still couldn't do more than slowly sip liquids. Nothing was happening in my digestive system -- nothing but liquid could go in, and nothing was coming out (nothing had come out since Tuesday morning).
On Thursday I mostly stayed in bed and felt miserable (though I was able to get work done thanks to my laptop), and I was hoping that by staying largely immobile I would avoid triggering muscle breakdown. By midday, though, I was in terrible stomach pain (which I would have just lived with) but I was also feeling muscle breakdown (which is an immediate trip to the hospital). I packed a hospital bag, mostly in a daze, and went to Vancouver General. I have large, 4 x 6 cards printed with my ER protocol on it and they have notes in their system about how to handle me, so I was in the back having a D10 drip in under an hour. This probably kept me from being hospitalized overnight. Another hour or two without IV sugars and I would have been in real trouble. They also administered carnitine and an antiemetic. You'd think the antiemetic was a good idea, because I was able to drink juice and eat a total of four small crackers, but it created the false impression that I was on the mend.
My CK results came back and they were only about double the top end of normal. For people with regular muscle metabolism, that might be a problem, but for a CPT2 patient, anything under around 3,000 is pretty welcome news. I was actually under 500. The rest of my bloodwork showed inflammatory markers and indications of a viral infection.
Going through my CPT2 triggers, I had quite a few. The nausea meant that I wasn't getting enough carbs and that I wasn't able to get enough sleep -- two triggers right there. A viral infection is a trigger (even through I was outwardly asymptomatic for a virus, though I got a slightly sore throat a day later). I am in the middle of a few work emergencies, so I also had stress, yet another trigger. And to top it off, keeping the room cold felt good for my nausea, but temperatures extremes are yet another trigger. Normally it takes me at least three triggers to become symptomatic (the exception is not eating enough combined with exercise, which are the two triggers that are enough in combination). But I was now looking at five triggers, and one of them was the big one -- not enough carbs. Making it even worse, it wasn't a trigger I could fix on my own because the Trulicity had stopped my ability to eat and even limited my liquid intake.
Back at the hospital, though, my second CK came in an it wasn't climbing. Because the hospital has shared rooms and the stress and insomnia caused by sharing a room with a really sick person has, in the past, made me actually get worse in the hospital, the doctors told me it was my choice -- I could go home or get admitted (because I knew my body and how it responds better than they did). After going over the pros and cons, I decided that going home would be the right move. So I went home Thursday night. While the antiemetic was still highly effective, I was able to do work that night (so less catching up to do later).
On Friday I had a work meeting that I just couldn't cancel or move (can't elaborate -- when you work with high tech and are a lawyer, everything has a non-disclosure agreement or privilege, sorry). After that meeting, I was hoping that I'd eliminated enough of the Trulicity that I could try something more substantial than sports drinks. I had a bowl of matzoh ball soup. Boy, did I regret doing that later.
By Friday mid-afternoon, I was experiencing severe stomach pain and an incredible amount of reflux (despite being on Losec, or as Americans know it, Prilosec). I couldn't eat. The sulphur burp thing was making me crazy. My muscles really hurt, but I thought that it was soreness from the earlier breakdown rather than renewed breakdown. I got into bed, cancelled my evening work thing, and this atheist, non-practicing, culturally Jewish man suddenly found found himself asking G-d to please start my digestion again and make me ok.
I kept thinking I was going to throw up, but never quite got there until early evening. I went to the bathroom and had dry heaves for maybe 30 minutes. But the weird thing about it was that when you throw up, you normally feel something in your stomach. All I felt was pain between my solar plexus and my throat. I went back to bed and realized that I'd been taking my medication all week but wasn't digesting anything. I was -- and still am -- terrified that all my meds will get digested simultaneously once my digestion starts back up. I don't think that's the case, because I have BPH and the Flomax was clearly still working, so at least one pill was being at least partially digested every day. But it is something I wish I'd through to ask about while I was at the hospital. Had I thought about it, it would probably have switched my choice from "go home" to "get admitted". Hopefully I never again have the circumstances necessary to put that lesson to use.
I thought I was literally unable to throw up because the Trulicity had stopped my digestive system well enough that even putting it in reverse wasn't possible. If that's true, then the Trulicity was finally wearing off, because by around 9 or 10 pm, I went to the bathroom with more nausea. This time, however, it was literally the most violent vomiting I'd ever experienced. My entire body seized up in pain. Making this a weirdly iterative experience, the vomit itself smelled a little like, well, ok this is gross but feces. "Fecal vomiting occurs when the bowel is obstructed for some reason, and intestinal contents cannot move normally". I need to thank my late father for giving me the courage to share something this embarrassing so that my experience could help others (he experienced it while battling cancer). This is now a red line for me: If I experience it again, it means that there could be a blockage and I have to go in. I'm pretty sure this was a quasi-blockage caused by the Trulicity, but if it recurs I can't take the risk, just in case.
In case you were wondering why I mentioned the Indian food leftovers I'd had on Tuesday, here it is: I threw up a lot. First came the matzoh balls, then the Indian food. It had been sitting there for 72 hours. My theory is that it was being held, undigested, at room temperature for 72 hours, allowing bacteria to grow. Basically, food poisoning that resulted from the unsafe food handling practice of leaving food at body temperature for 3 days -- but a practice that was caused by my own body's failure to clear any of it from my stomach. I could be wrong as to that piece, but it doesn't matter to the outcome. It was the most pain I'd ever felt from throwing up. I was positive I was going to aspirate the vomit, which added an element of terror to the whole experience.
After several more sessions in the bathroom, I got into bed around midnight. But after 30 minutes of trying to sleep, I couldn't. Every time I moved my body, I felt stuff gurgling in my stomach and felt like throwing up. The hospital's antiemetic had apparently been cleared by my body. So I went to the next best (and much easier) thing: More weed. After hazing about 1/4 gram of cannabis, I felt my eyes grow heavy and I was able to move around on the bed without feeling I was about to vomit.
When I awoke this morning (Saturday, since I expect I may add more to this if something else happens from this episode), I felt somewhat better, but still knew that my digestion wasn't working. After all, I hadn't voided my bowels in 96 hours, and to put it lightly, there was nothing in the chamber. Given that last night I threw up food I had on Monday, it isn't surprising that there was nothing to void.
As a side note, this entire time I was monitoring the colour of my urine. This isn't optional for CPT2 patients. If it is dark you see, you need an IV (hey, just made that up!). It got slightly dark from dehydration, but that quickly reversed when I had water. So I haven't (yet) gone back to the hospital.
As I sit here writing this, I'm feeling pretty sick. I still can't eat solid food. I can't even get myself to drink juice. Just sugar water (like sports drinks). And just enough to keep my muscles from breaking down.
The half-life of Trulicity is about 5 days, so I might have a few more days of misery. But I'm hoping that the worst is now behind me. I have an exciting new project I'm working on with a really smart AI programmer here and I've got two new patent applications to file, and those are things I enjoy doing. So I'm hoping that I feel well enough to function by tomorrow morning (I'd say tonight, but the combination of living in a fact-based reality and the fact that I still can't even drink juice tell me it isn't about to happen).
So, what are the lessons? First, we need to proactively ask about any digestive effects of any medication we take. If I was in charge of the FDA or Health Canada, I'd list Trulicity as contraindicated for any FOD/CPT2 patient. But CPT2 is so rare that of course it isn't listed as something that makes Trulicity contraindicated. However, I have a new rule: Ask whether any new medication, or new dose of existing medication, is capable of causing any impact on the speed of digestion or the ability to absorb carbohydrates. Anything that inhibits my ability to get sugar into my blood needs to have benefits that are absolutely necessary to survival. Otherwise, it is just too great a risk.
I can't say that Trulicity is a bad idea for everybody with CPT2. It does have benefits, and maybe the effect it has on me is much stronger than on the average person. Maybe. But I can say that before taking it, a long discussion with a doctor well versed in fatty acid oxidation disorders is strongly advised. Take it from the guy who hasn't digested any solid food or opaque liquid in four days and therefore got so tired writing this that he's heading back to bed.
After all that gross stuff, here is the mandatory unicorn chaser: