I know it is cold and flu season, and I know your office is very busy right now, but could you please call me back with the results of my daughter's x-ray? Because when your child having bad belly pain for the third day in a row, and even though you *know* it is probably nothing, but you also *know* all the things it could be, your entire day comes to a screeching halt because all you can do is nervously start and not finish 80 different things while waiting for the phone to ring. And the longer you wait, the more convinced you become that Something Is Really Wrong This Time. And even though you know that appendicitis, if she should indeed have that, is a very treatable disease and a very routine surgery, nothing is routine when it is Your Very Own Child, and your mind keeps drifting to a little 10yo Latino boy you had as a patient a few years ago when you had a Real Job, and how that 10yo little boy was misdiagnosed with a stomach virus two days in a row until he was in the ER for the third time,this time vomiting stool because his appendix finally burst and he became septic, went into organ failure, and ended up in the children's hospital on ECMO for a very long time. And these are really bad places for your brain to go to. So please call and tell me she's just full of poo or something. Ok? Pretty please?
***Update---the doctor's office called around 4pm and told me that she was definitely full o' poo. We are dosing her up with miralax every couple of hours, something that has her quite miserable, but we're glad it's something easily fixed.