Wow! I never anticipated such an extraordinary response... I want to sincerely thank you guys for sharing your own experiences of 'tamulosin' and prostate/bladder issues as well as advising me as to the alternative treatments available. Some of which I guess I may need to get my head around facing up to at some point in the future.
This being my first venture into online discussions, I'm unsure if I should respond to you all individually or attempt to address any points raised in a single reply... I figure/hope (through a sleepy haze) it will be less messy and more legible if I respond in this single post.
Firstly, I'm determined not to dismiss or rule out ANY course of treatment (herbal or otherwise) that resolves my issue of urinating 6 or 7 times every night. I say this with the proviso that said treatment actually serves to alleviate or cure the problem, as opposed to taking 'tamulosin' which proved totally ineffective and further lessened my quality of life (as miserable as life is right now)... I desperately don't want you guy's to read this and think I'm a wimping out of a course of treatment after experiencing a few 'minor' side effects. I'm more than familiar with the misery pain brings having survived the agony of a brain haemorrhage plus being an ex-biker and amateur motoX rider, I've spent more than my fair share of time as a hospital in-patient, mainly orthopaedic wards for the likes of a broken femur and other various bones, but also a few stays on surgical wards including one stay for a particularly unfortunate spill that left me with painful peyronie's disease since my mid 20's, but that's another story and one that I'm dearly hoping won't have any bearing on any treatment for my current prostate problem. (I've recently googled 'cystoscopy' and can definitely say me and my acutely curved penis don't find the prospect appealing in any way shape or form.)
I've found it truly heartening to read I'm not alone in finding 'tamulosin' not only ineffective, but also a classic example of the cure being worse than the disease. I'm also more than a tad jealous of those who've found it to be an effective medication... Re-reading the above responses has me realise I may be at the very beginning of what may be a long road in terms of being "cured"... You guys have also caused me to realise my nocturia is merely a "symptom" of some underlying issue, and that issue hasn't been medically diagnosed yet.
My original post was a little vague in describing my experience and treatment to date so I hope the following details save you guys from second guessing what and if I've had this or that test or exam. My initial appointment was the first available to me, 9 days after the onset of nocturia and with a Lady Dr... Her comment of "There is good reason sleep deprivation is used as a method of torture" at least showed she had an understanding of my tormented state of mind and her empathy was greatly appreciated. She requested a urine sample, which she tested there and then for sugar. I got and still hold the impression she was semi-reluctant when prescribing 'zopiclone' tablets to help me sleep, advising I use them sparingly and only when desperate prior to referring me to the practice nurse for blood tests. The zopiclone certainly helped in terms of aiding me get back to sleep after each trip to the bathroom, but did nothing to decrease the hourly urges... Frustratingly, it was a further 7 days wait before a nurse was available to take the requested blood samples.
I duly attended the 2 minute appointment with the nurse for blood tests and received a phone call a further 12 days later from Dr's receptionist informing me I needed to make an appointment with a male Dr for the results... I'm unsure if the significance of a 'male' Dr being stipulated was lost due to my haze of tiredness or my being devastated at being told the soonest available appt was another 10 days away. By this point my appetite was almost non existent, I'd given up any hope of getting any more than 40 minutes sleep at a time and resorted to retreating to my man-cave (workshop) during the wee small hours to avoid disturbing my wife's sleep.
The 10 day wait to see the male Dr saw a significant decline not only in my quality of life, but also in my mental and physical health. I was barely eating, mainly due to having lost my appetite, but also because I was snatching odd hours of sleep whenever my body demanded I do so, food simply had no place in the new regime... I deliberately reduced my fluid intake after 4pm, dropping from an average 2 or 3 litres per day to around 1 litre in the vain hope it would lessen my need to urinate so frequently, it only served to decrease the volume voided each time with no effect on the urges. Spending time with my wife and daughter also became a rare event, the torment of having zero quality sleep was leaving me prone to uncharacteristic mood swings, I was irritable and frustrated that anything which required sustained attention or concentration was beyond my ability. Whilst I could afford to lose up to half a stone, the rapid weight loss together with becoming dehydrated left me looking and feeling 20 years older.
The eagerly and long awaited appointment with the male Dr revealed nothing remarkable or untoward had shown up in the results of the recent blood tests. He reassured me not having diabetes was the 'good news' before announcing the 'bad news' was the problem could be prostate related ... Explaining in the briefest of terms how the prostate gland enlarges with age and pinches the urethra as he invited me to undress from the waist down and rest my elbows on his examination table... One very unexpected and prolonged digital rectal exam later (during which he 'joked' he needed a longer finger, to which I admit to remaining awkwardly silent... Is there even an appropriate response to ANY attempt at humour when a man has a finger fully inserted into your rectum?). At that moment in time, I just wanted the floor to open and swallow me. Even after feeling him withdraw the offending digit he left me to endure the indignity of remaining bent over the table until I asked if the exam was over. I couldn't have cared less that he failed to offer me a paper towel or tissue to wipe away the excess lubricant, I was just relieved the humiliation was over and I was able to get dressed... The appointment concluded with him eventually informing me my prostate felt okay and adding he suspected I may have a bladder infection that would require a 7 day course of antibiotics... I left the surgery feeling both relieved that diabetes had been ruled out and my prostate wasn't enlarged, but sceptical over his diagnosis of a bladder infection.
As soon as I arrived home my significant other half insisted I listen to her accounts of personal experiences regarding water infections (I've never had one in spite of being catheterised numerous times in the past). My wife effortlessly succeeded in reinforcing my doubts over the male Dr's diagnosis and advised I make another appointment just in case the antibiotics didn't work... Mercifully, I took heed of her advice and managed to reserve another appointment which fell just 4 days after I'd completed the 7 day course of antibiotics.
Unsurprisingly, the antibiotics served no purpose whatsoever. I honestly don't think I've ever felt so low and miserable in my life before as I did when I got to again see the Lady Dr I'd initially consulted, but it had been 7 very long weeks since the first sleep disturbed night... Her concern for the decline in my physical appearance was obvious, requesting I provide an immediate urine sample, recording my vital signs and instructing I start keeping a voiding diary. It was a reassuring appointment in the sense that my complaining about peeing frequently seemed to be finally taken seriously. I left after being sent directly to see the nurse for another series of blood tests, given another prescription for zopiclone and promised a priority referral to see a urologist as well as the instruction to make another appointment to see her again in 2 weeks time. I've no clue how other GP's surgeries work, but mine refuses to make appointments more than a week in advance. Explaining to the receptionist that the Dr had requested I reserve one was futile. I left with the advice to phone for an appointment in a weeks time.
Attempting to make that appointment turned into a complete fiasco. I waited a week as instructed and called only to be told the Dr had left a note on my records stating she wanted the results of a CT scan before seeing me and I'd receive a letter from the hospital x-ray dept any day soon... (Apparently one of the blood tests had shown an increased level of some type of enzyme and the CT was to check my pancreas - I think... It has never been clearly explained) The letter arrived, 9 days later I'd had the CT scan and been told by the radiologist the results would be with my GP in a week or so... My significant-other-half intervened at this point, calling our GP's practice manager and insisting I be contacted and seen as soon as the results were available. It appeared to have the desired effect and I was seen by a Dr I've not met before (A locum I think?!?... Do regular GP's only work three and a half days per week these days?)... Anyway, the locum Dr spent 9 minutes of the 10 minute appointment staring at the computer screen before stating everything looked fine and suggesting my diet was causing the enzyme/digestive problems. He never even glanced at the voiding diary I'd studiously recorded for 72 hours and placed on his desk... I left not best pleased (to say the least) with a referral to see a dietician.
Another 5 days after seeing the locum, I was sitting in a urologists consulting room and as mentioned in my original post, after a short question and answer consultation I was given a second DRE (A totally different experience to that I'd endured at the GP's surgery!) Trousers lowered just enough while laying in a more dignified position on my left side atop the exam table, if I said the exam lasted 20 seconds I'd be exaggerating! It was literally over in a few painless seconds! I was even given tissues as well as being told it was over! I was soon being told for the second time my prostate gland felt normal. The urologist asking for the IPSS form I'd completed in the waiting room proved an opportune moment for me to also hand him a copy of the voiding diary (My wife deserves the credit for my having it with me). The 5 days worth of the voiding diary I'd put every effort into recording accurately appeared to grab his attention and preceded a series of questions to confirm I'm tea total, only drink decaf coffee, water or milk, no fizzy caffeine laden drinks and a non smoker. The average of 7 night time bathroom visits showing an average of 150ml voided, his study of the diary preceded a request I go sit in the waiting room and drink as much water as I could humanly hold before knocking on his door ready to perform a urine flow test.
An hour or so later with a litre and a half or so of water consumed, the urine flow test done, a nurse immediately performed a ultrasound scan of my bladder. Viewing the results, the urologist commented that both the flow and the scan were satisfactory (I assumed the scan showed an empty bladder). He continued by explaining the most recent blood tests results showed my PSA (Prostate Specific Antigen) was 'slightly high' at 4.5 as opposed to a 'normal' 3.0 for my age... It was at this point I was offered the choice of having an immediate prostate biopsy (there and then... eeek!) or waiting 3 months and retesting my PSA level, I chose to wait. A choice which seemed to meet with the urologists approval... Ironically, the results being 'satisfactory' left me dreading being told to leave without a 'cure' or at least a diagnosis to cling to, but at the same time already expecting to be asked to return in 3 months for results of a fresh PSA test... Unfortunately, that's precisely what happened... I was given a sterile sample bag with a form attached to leave at my GP's surgery requesting blood sample be taken for a PSA test in early August... I was devastated, but part blaming myself for turning down the biopsy.
As mentioned in my original post, I only found out 10 days later that the urologist had also instructed my GP to prescribe Tamsulosin and I began taking the Diffundox brand. Quitting after 3 days due to them doing absolutely zero for the nocturia and the side effects pretty much preventing any chance of sleeping.
I'll end on a brighter note... I'm due to see the Lady GP again tomorrow morning, and having read everyone's responses here more than a few times (I've kept edited notes of the various meds, suggestions and experiences) I'm feeling more aware of the issues involving the prostate gland, bladder and urinary problems, I'm also quietly confident of taking a more proactive stance in regards to the treatment I can expect taking into account the detrimental effect sleep deprivation is having on my general health.
If anyone has taken the time to read this far and/or responded, I'd like to say thank you very much, as I've found researching everyone's contribution alongside other discussions and my appointments diary while writing this a much needed and very welcome distraction.
Regards
BC