Symptoms: Akathisia, anhedonia
I went in for a colposcopy under sedation because I couldn't endure another biopsy of my uterus while awake, which is barbaric. I'm pretty sure the doctors thought this may mean I'm a bit hysterical. Add to this, they asked me if in case of emergency I should be given blood. I said no unless it's unvaccinated blood. This was a crazy wish, clearly.
Long story short, my BP was high before going in as I was stressed. (Mistrust of the medical profession since COVID. I am also a qualified naturopath.) I do not have high BP. They said no problem, if it is still high after sedation we will give you a BP medication to bring it down. Apparently they did. The nurse told me when I came out. They did not document it. She told me that they gave me BP medication which lowered my BP too much and that is why she was forcing me to wake up. This was horrible in itself.
After sitting there for hours with her monitoring me, I said I felt a heaviness in my chest from being in the one spot so long. They insisted that I take a heart medication in case I was having a heart attack. I said I didn't want it but eventually they talked me into it. Straight after taking it, my BP lowered even more, which is what this heart med does. Dumb or what? I had violent nausea and asked for help. The hot-shot young anaesthetist said, "I have the best drug for you." He administered Droperidol for the nausea. It is an antipsychotic, I found out later! Something I would never have agreed to take.
Within 10 to 15 minutes I felt a rising agitation, could no longer sit there, had to move. I ended up demanding to leave. Ripped the electrodes off and got myself dressed. Walked out.
By the time I got home I was in a state I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Couldn't keep still, agitated, light and sound sensitive, couldn't speak to anyone, suicidal thoughts, screaming to relieve an inner restlessness. Unable to focus, flickering slideshow effect. Couldn't get comfortable, couldn't find an inner cosy space, couldn't sleep. I hadn't had anything to eat since the morning and it was now dark. My son shoved some cut-up fruit in my room, pineapple and so on. It helped, and I finally fell asleep.
Woke up still very fragile but nowhere near the same. Thank God. Felt unstable for about a week, like I could fall back into the dreaded state at any moment. It took willpower and focusing on a TV program or other distractions to cope. Four months later I am sometimes having anhedonia but pretty much back to normal. My mistrust of hospitals is now worse.