i had heard of akathisia as a side effect of antipsychotics and such, and i kinda thought i knew what it meant? like, the phrase "inner restlessness" conveys a pretty good sense of what the experience is like
or so i thought.
last night i was in the ER for a suspected medical crisis (i am fine, if still moderately ill), and i was given a dose of IV compazine, an antipsychotic sometimes also used to relieve nausea and vomiting. i get the IV out and go home, circa 2am, and relax into bed, exhausted and prepared for a cozy night's sleep following my nightmarish hospital experience.
the following is a non exhaustive list of the events that took place between my arrival home and my inevitable passing out (at least an hour if not two)
- i began to experience a physical sensation not unlike what i imagine the presence of hundreds of millions of bees filling my bones
- i started violently thrashing both legs in the air as though i was seizing, and were it not for the agony of awareness that i was fully conscious i may well have thought i was
- i found myself trapped between my mental state of heavy, mindless exhaustion and my physical state of MOVE GOTTA MOVE GOTTA RUN NOW, such that i would frequently sit bolt upright in bed and take a sip of water then immediately be laid flat again by my desperate need for sleep
- i started doing pushups. i am not a man who does pushups. in fact, broadly, i am not a man who exercises besides walking and moving books around at work, so you can imagine the gravity of the situation required for me to begin doing pushups in bed at 2:30am (approx.)
- my darling fiancee, having come with me to the ER and was now laying in bed next to me, happened to rotate onto her side. i took this as an opportunity to sit up, align my back perpendicular to hers, and reach my arm over her behind me, rotating almost a full 180 degrees to do so. fiancee, to her credit, seemed only to respond to this with a somewhat incredulous “oh, okay”
- at one point, fiancee dares to ask what she can do to help, as i wriggle in agony at her side. all i can offer in response is “get low”, which may sound like a crass joke in reference to lil jon and the east side boyz’ 2002 hit of the same title, but was instead a warning not to sit up or adjust her position from laying supine, as i had sat up and was now swinging my arms back and forth, wide, the way little kids do when they get in the pool and want to make a whirlpool
- when i finally began to simmer down a bit and start thinking in the general direction of sleep, i was suddenly hit with a wave of this stirring sensation in my body, and proceeded to roll against my lover, hot dog on a rotating grill style
i was, of course, not informed by any of my nurses or doctors of this well documented potential effect of compazine, nor was i told in any capacity about its quality as an antipsychotic. so, i post this partially as comedic rambling and partially as warning- please pretty please ask questions when doctors give you medication, ESPECIALLY in emergency situations, or have an advocate present to do so on your behalf. even the best doctors skip over details every now and then (and despite the reputation i have come to associate with ER clinicians, i should specify that the majority of the people i interacted with in this hospital were lovely, helpful, and informative, just not the ones shooting drugs into my arm) and it is very easy to get very screwed over even in the best possible scenarios















