It's almost that time again, the big 3-0, and I still feel 21ish. And speaking of 21ish it's been 9 years since my first blood clot. So you know birthdays are kinda bittersweet. I will be accepting gifts all thru the month of August. I wouldn't mind a house, but I guess a tank of gas would be enough, so I can get to the million plus doctor apts I have every month. Having a rare blood problem is great, I always love being looked at like I've all the sudden grown another head when I tell them the names of my syndromes. Well I'll blog later and let you know if I got a house or a tank of gas!