Mental note to self (Sam).  When angry about your mother leaving her chair at your computer, think before you react.  Mull over the following ways that you can show your displeasure to forementioned mother:

a). Tell her to stop leaving her ugly, brown office chair (circa 1982) in front of YOUR computer.

b). Write her a short, angry yet concise note regarding the offending chair.

c).  Pick up the chair and attempt to throw it across the room while inadvertently hitting yourself in the nose with offending brown, ugly office chair. 

Sam decided this time to pick option C.  While that would not have been the logical choice, it seemed to make sense at the moment.  Here is a little more detail about SAM VS the UGLY BROWN CHAIR

My mom is taking a shower and Sam wants to play a game on his computer.  Easy enough, you say?  But there is an obstacle in his way.  And it's name is UGLY BROWN CHAIR. Seems my mother tends to pull this chair in front of Sam's computer when she wants to play a game that involves double clicking on blocks and making monkeys scream.  I think it's called Jewel Something or Other.  But that isn't what pushes my brother over the edge.  It's the fact that she LEAVES ugly brown chair in front of his computer, which means he has to slide, wiggle and otherwise maneuver the offending object out of his wheelchair path.  Frustrating?  Yes.  Time to toss household furniture around the house.  Probably not.  So here is what happened next...

Sam sees ugly brown chair.  The chair stares back in a very defiant, blase way.  Sam seethes and boils over with rage.  Grabs offending object and tries to slide it out of the way.  Perhaps uses a little too much force for chair tips over on it's side.  So now not only is ugly brown chair in his way, it is just laying there like a wounded animal and is still blocking him from playing The Screaming Monkey Game.  Sam grabs the arm of ugly brown chair in an attempt to swing it in the air, over his shoulder, behind him and (if he's lucky) into splintered little ugly brown chair pieces.  But sometimes life doesn't work out like you imagine it will.  While ugly brown chair DOES fly through the air (step 1) it doesn't sail over his shoulder (step 2).  Instead, ugly brown chair opts for Plan B, which is as follows:

1.  Fly through the air.

2. Hit Sam squarely in the nose.

3. Fall on the floor next to the computer.

4. Laugh as only an ugly brown chair can.

So my mom, while in the shower, heard a loud bang (ugly brown chair hitting Sam in the face).  She yelled out to him "Are you okay?".  Sam lets her know everything is fine.  About ten minutes later my mom enters the therapy room to ask Sam how he's doing.  "Fine" Sam answers.  And this is when my mom notices the triangle of blood that is covering his entire schnoz area.  

While most people would not have described the bleeding nose situation as "fine", Sam saw it as exactly that.  But I guess when you have been through a three month coma following a traumatic car accident, a little fight with a piece of furniture, well, that is really nothing at all.

Bec