Pretty Good on Platelets

I am almost finished moving into my new place. It has been a great stress relief to get organized and to be living in a much bigger place. My brother, Matt, is living with me for now, but I might be off-loading him at other places to live. He has been really fun to have around. We have both been trying to keep to our schedule of doing our lap-swimming every day. We decided that if we keep to our routine and continue to swim every day, then we will have earned ourselves robes. We will decide when we feel like we deserve them. The robes we buy ourselves will have our names on them, and they will be long robes, and we will wear our stupid looking long robes to the swimming pool together and we will be proud. When we swim, I always beat my little brother (he is 8 years younger...19 years old...you would think in his prime), and when I finish beating him, I turn to him and remind him that he was just beaten by a guy with Stage IV cancer that is going through chemo and that has a broken hip. He claims I have an advantage because I am bald and streamlined in the water. I told him we need to shave his head and see who is boss. I bet I could beat him still this Wednesday, the day of chemo. He also makes excuses saying "I keep choking on water". I explain to him that IF THERE IS WATER IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE THEN DON'T BREATHE.

I am growing a mohawk. I am really not going for style points in the first place, so I might as well shave around a stripe down the center of my head, just to say I did. I'll get a picture up as soon as my mohawk grows out a little bit.

About an hour ago I was in my new bathroom throwing a towel over my door, and this other awkwardly placed door swung open very slowly and stopped directly behind me. After throwing the towel over the door, I turned very quickly to go back towards my room and SLAMMED MY FACE INTO THE SIDE OF THE STUPID DOOR. And I slammed it hard, enough to make weaker people (like my brother) cry like little babies. I was tempted to cry myself, but I am way tougher now that I have had a broken hip. Anyway, my nose is swelling up slightly, but not profusely...that is a great sign because that means I am pretty good on platelets. Platelets are the blood cells that do the clotting so that you stop bleeding. If I was low on platelets, I think I would look like Quasimodo, with some huge lump coming out of the bridge of my nose and my forehead. My nose hurts to the touch, but as my dad would respond in his redneckest voice: "well if it herts to tuch it, son, thin dont tuch it!"