Well, M was an angelic baby during the long visit to the gastro-enterologist. But the days since that visit have been no picnic. The crying and writhing in pain are back. She arches her back, which is a sign of belly pain. The flatulence abounds. My poor baby--I wish I could have a do-over with the gastro.
Today I spoke to my colleague at the hospital who covers the pediatric floor. I asked her if the hospital does pediatric EEGs (brain scan) as there is some mild concern that M. has seizure activity. Turns out that my colleagues son has epilepsy and at age 18 he still sees a pediatric neurologist who happens to do EEGs, too. Score! A recommendation based on the personal experience of a nurse--how much better can it get? So, I called back the gastro and gave her secretary the info of this dr so M can be referred to her. Unfortunately, the gastro is apparently going away for a week and today is her last day at work. It was a different secretary that I spoke to this time, so no guarantees were given around whether the requisition would be signed today or in a week.
However, my colleague admonished me for jumping the queue to get my daughter in to see the gastro. I told her that it was not my decision as to when the appointment would be. I simply shmoozed the person who makes those decisions. Professionally, I have huge ethical issues with people jumping the queues, favoritism and unequal access to a so-called universal health care system. However, as a mother, I will do absolutely anything it takes to get my daughter what she needs as quickly as possible. Wouldn't you?
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