After my last Urologist appointment, I started taking Myrbetriq for OAB. After trying so many others, I wasn't very optimistic.
After 2 weeks it seemed to be the miracle drug people rave about: urges were almost non-existent, capacity was up, frequency was down, almost no noticeable side-effects, and most importantly I was sleeping through most nights, having only to get up at most once on occasion.
Sometime between weeks 2 and 3 the urges I typically experience morphed into sharp stabbing spasms. Uncomfortable yes, but not frequent and not accompanied by the sense have having to go and most importantly no leaks. I figured living with the spasms was a more than fair deal for all of the other benefits I'd experienced.
Then came week 4. The stabbing spasms slowly increased in frequency, from a few times a day to maybe a couple of times an hour at their worst. Still not too bad. At least I wasn't leaking. Feeling really good with my newly-regained control, I went on one of my car trips without protection. The trip out was fine with nothing more than a couple of the now familiar stabbing spasms. I made it to my usual stopping points with no incidents. The trip back was a bit rougher. I had spasms the entire trip and was quite uncomfortable. But I still made it without leaking. All was good.
After getting home, I was outside dealing with things that needed dealt with after time away from home, when with little warning an urge struck and I was left with standing in the garden with wet pants. Quite upsetting after more than a month of no accidents, but I cleaned up, changed, shrugged it off as best I could, and continued with things needing to be done. A couple of hours and several more spasms later disaster struck. While making dinner things had finally had enough. With no warning my bladder completely emptied itself. This wasn't just a wet streak down my pants, but puddles on the floor and a trail of urine all the way to the bathroom.
Twice, within a couple of hours of each other, to an extent I'd never experienced before. I lost it. I've never felt so helpless and completely out of control, all being compounded by my partner cleaning up after me. I sat on the toilet and cried.
That was a week ago. I'm still experiencing both the good (fewer urges, better capacity, better sleep) and the bad (spasms and more frequent, unpredictable small leaks). The risk of leaks seems highest at the end of a day with lots of spasms. Which makes sense if the muscle is just exhausted. And I think alcohol increases that risk a lot more than before, but I'm still experimenting with that.
Now I find myself torn: Do I stop taking it and go to the restroom frequently with the risk of leaking on the rare occasion I can't get to a restroom within a few minutes? Or stay with it and still rely on some kind protection, hoping it gets better, and possibly figuring out the risk factors and mitigating them? Or stop taking it and go with protection 24/7?
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