Argh.

So after spending the last week and a half trying to get past the voice mail at the assigned primary care provider's office, I finally got to speak to a human being. Progress, right?

Well, no. As it turns out, the number the guy at the health plan gave me (after I pointed out that the first number I was given was long-distance) was the number of a pediatric clinic. While it's likely that I'll have regressed to the behavior of a colicky infant by the time of their next available appointment if this pain continues to worsen, they weren't willing to take me on as a patient.

So the woman at the pediatric clinic gave me the number of one of the PCP's clinics that does see adults and, of course, I haven't been able to get past the voice mail and talk to a real person yet.

I may end up having to go to the ER after all.