It's a "Waiting Game" and I don't want to play anymore

I just spent an hour recapping the ordeal Kourtni went through from December to March.  But my computer - or maybe it was me - has decided to delete all that I typed.

Luckily, I found this draft that pretty much summed up my feelings as we were ending our stay at the hospital over the Christmas break:

Have you ever wanted to punch someone right in the face?

That's how I'm feeling right now and the recipient of said punch would definitely be: "Dr. Evil".  The doctor who has been "taking care" of Kourtni Rae this week.

She has been about as helpful and doctorly as the guy who works at Maverick.

She has the bedside manner of an awkward zookeeper.

She has the communication skills of an onery baby.

She has the tactfulness of, well, you get my drift.

All week long we've waited for her to come in and give us an update.  We've waited for her to give us some semblance of good news.  We've waited for her to quit being so vague and elusive about Kourtni's progress.  We've waited and waited and waited, and now, this morning, I'm ready to punch her in the face for making us WAIT.SO.LONG to get any kind of answer to our questions!

Grrrrr.

I'm quickly, and not so quietly, going stir crazy sitting in this hospital room waiting for the nurse to come and clean up the mess(es) she(they) have made this entire week.  It's been an eye-opening experience to have your temporary home in a cramped hospital room.  We've made it cozy for Kourtni. She has flowers, balloons, pictures on the door, 2 Christmas trees, a family member in the room at all times, and many, many visitors.

Yep, that pretty much sums up the feelings of being in the hospital for 9 days.

The only thing is, I'm over wanting to punch her in the face.  I just want her to retire!

More updates later man.