happy bought-time day!

At the doctor's office this morning, I was given two options: Check into the hospital or don't check into the hospital. I had waited to go to the doctor instead of going to the emergency room last night, even though my fever went into emergency-room range. I hate, hate, triple-hate the emergency room. It is the dumbest place on earth, and the most expensive.

"Well, what's wrong with me?" I asked. They did not know.
"Well, what would happen in the hospital?" I asked. Nothing much, they admitted; I would be monitored.
"Then, I guess don't check into the hospital?" I said. "Is my answer?"
More blood was taken, some X-rays, some cultures and samples.
"But if you're not feeling better by tomorrow, you're going into the hospital," they said.
How could I possibly be feeling better by tomorrow? Way to delay the inevitable, champ.

Dear Hashem, Hi, it's me, Kara. I think I may be in the hospital for Yom Kippur. Please do not take major offense; it's not about you. Look: I'm even going to spend my birthday in the hospital! Doesn't that prove it's totally no thing against you? Please inscribe me in the Book of Life and try not to add all the parts about constantly being in the hospital. Also leave out the parts with douchebaggy colleagues. Actually you can leave in the colleagues if you take out the hospital. Thanks again, love, Kara.