Home.

Exhausted.

Angry.

Tuesday at the earliest is the new date for discharge.

A lot has happened, including a threat by the asshole neurosurgeon to find another hospital for us, which was totally unprofessional and resulted in an appointment with the patient advocate. (dude almost had a very upset mother all up in his face, too. first time I have ever had that violent of a response to another person. I wanted to tear that man's eyes out. it wouldn't have been pretty for him.)

Shawn started smiling today...just a little bit, but I'll take it.

Never a dull moment around here.

I'll update tomorrow.