Funny, my husband and I just had a 'discussion' of the very same issue the other day. I was reminded by him that patience has never been one of my strong points. Not quite that way, though. As pissed as I was at him that night for fussing at me, it did have the desired effect of making me stop and realize that me kicking and cussing about the PTSD isn't going to make it get better sooner. Accepting things outside of my control has always been difficult for me. I've been working on getting acceptance of the fact that just about the only I have control over in this world is my reaction to things. Even with that...old habits are difficult to break and are sneaky little buggers.

Nice to know I'm not the only one trying to rush to the finish line.