"The squeaky wheel gets the grease."
That is the approach I often have to take in dealing with Shelby's doctors and nurses. No, she isn't the sickest kid around, but she's my kid and she hurts, dammit! If they don't understand that it is a hard situation to deal with day-to-day, then I will *help* them understand by letting them know how much it is affecting my daughter's life. So, its been 6 days since clinic. No med has been prescribed - we haven't even been contacted about it. So yesterday we called...and this morning I called. Lo and behold, turns out Shelby has to see the GI in Chicago to get his input on what med she should be on...it was made out to sound much easier than that in clinic Tuesday. Because of our insurance, she can only be seen at the Lincoln Park location (main hospital, not suburb clinics) and they did not have an opening until JUNE. Yes, I said JUNE. Three...1, 2, 3...months away. NOT o.k. Shelby's liver nurse waved her magic wand and, voila, she has an appointment with Dr. Saps this Monday afternoon. Now that's what I'm talkin' about baby!