All of the self-good will I had earlier today vanished and embarrassingly quick.

One more night here at the hospital.
Okay. I’m okay with that.

The health insurance failing to pick up the bill sent me into spasms.
I didn’t question it. I didn’t stop to think. I just went to a dark place very quickly.
It was really rather scary how I wanted to turn that metaphorical pyschic knife into my stomach and start carving.

I know that there might be a mistake.
I know that Jason, Mom, and Ama have schemes to fix this mess.

I know the bills are probably a huge nothing-burger.

But it didn’t matter.
I was ready to just scream. I wanted to fall on the sword.

And here I sit like a twit waiting on a nurse to allow me to shower.

Gods I’m tired.
Please let HIP pick up the bill and not charge me or my family anything.
I couldn’t abide if we had to pay for this hospital. Please please please