I had to call the doctor to see Colin yesterday. I've mentioned before that periodically he has periods when his temperature spikes, his breathing is rapid and he makes noises from his throat. It has gone on for an hour or two, or several hours. During Wednesday night it started but by the morning he settled down. During Thursday morning it started again but this time didn't stop. He became quieter in the evening but noisy again so I phoned the surgery at 8 am yesterday. I delayed as I could still keep him fed and hydrated through his PEG, the first time it happened I acted sooner. I filmed C on my phone in case he settled down before the GP arrived. The doctor finally came at 5.30pm. He checked him over and as I thought, there is no sign of a chest infection. He said he probably had mucous deep in his throat and was trying to clear it. He also said that as the illness progresses, the incidents of this happening will probably become more frequent and last longer and intimated that one day he may not survive an episode. He mentioned hospital but said they wouldn't be able to do anything and he was better off at home. He wasn't our doctor but he was lovely. He said PSP is such a cruel disease. He said if you smoke you know you may get cancer, if you drink you may get liver failure but PSP just seems to hit indiscriminately. I told him of the report I read about the possible link with metals and how I thought it may be to do with years of UC which C suffered with, depriving his body of nutrients. He said it sounded plausible.
He was here for ages, just chatting. There is always something to laugh about in most situations. When he arrived I was telling him that I had taken C's temperature several times during the day and then realised I had put a glass, mercury thermometer under his arm about 30 minutes earlier and had forgotten about it. I'd turned him and sat him up in bed since then. I put my hand under his shirt to retrieve it and it had dissapeared. So with the GP watching I was feeling C all over, terrified I may have stabbed him if the glass had broken. I couldn't find it so the doctor continued with his examination. When he finally left, he said to call the surgery if I'm concerned and, "Dial 999 if you find a thermometer sticking out of his body". We both laughed and I did find it still intact, thank goodness. When the GP left, C suddenly became quiet, breathing became normal and he went to sleep. I think he was relieved he wasn't going to hospital. Today he is back to "normal".