Well as it happens I did get the GP out. I couldn't settle, so after talking to (in no particular order) Barbara at the Christie, Julie at Christie, Dr McBain's secretary, the GP's receptionist and the GP, we got a GP home visit and I scooted back over to meet him.
To be fair the doc he was good, and agreed it was either infection or that his steriods had been dropped too far (500mcg). After a day of upping his Dex to 1mg and taking broad spectrum anti biotics he was much more coherent so i'm really leaning towards the Dex. By weekend he was much better and right about now he's nearly back to himself. Next week is chemo round 2 so I guess we'll find out if its the chemo itself but my feeling is not.
It just brings it back to you how fragile a balance this all is, and again, we got through this one, but I don't feel at all strong. The other part of this is that my Dad is back to wondering why I'm there all the time, but last week was horrible and I don't think it would take much more than that, like a really bad infection, for him to be completely out of it and have needed 247 care. I really wish he lived with me.
