So Martin has tested negative for HIV and Hepatitis C, but these were the preliminary tests and we can't exactly breathe our collective sigh of relief yet. As you know we still can't rule out the possibility of infection until he has successfully completed the 12 month mark and passed the tests. I am bracing myself for the three month mark which will be in June...just in time for my birthday. Then the six month mark, and finally 12 months. I am going to continue living my life, and loving my boyfriend, in the safest way possible.I can't sit around moping, and I will never just give up, but I do hate the fact that even though this doesn't happen that often...it does happen...it did happen....to us. What the actual outcome is still remains to be seen. I mean it's not that I hate what he does...he helps people, and he loves doing it, and I love him for doing it, but it can be so dangerous. He told me what seemed to be a horror story about another nurse who has gotten stuck with a needle over eight times, and once it was infected with HIV. That is just one of the hazards of the job. Funny in an ironic way, that one of the very things that makes me love him, would also be potentially deadly.

"Mmmmm" I sighed and looked up at the ceiling trying to catch my breath. Panting, and blinking, I tried to adjust my eyes, and thought,'Whew, that was sooo good my vision is bowed.....wait that"s just on one eye? What the..oh my god! My vision isn't bowed, my canopy bed is!!!' " You broke my bed?!" I said in disbelief. He looked down at me all sweaty and disheveled and said "Sorry". Then fell into the bed and began with "You know when I was behind...and I kinda giggled?" a tentative "Uhh huuuhhh" came out of my mouth. "Well that was because I had reached up to get some leverage, and...hahahahaha" he then began laughing uncontrollably. "You kept going after that?" I asked "Yeah!" he said. I was wondering what all that extra stuff was about. "Then you rolled me over and" "I was hoping you wouldn't notice." he chortled "Yet!" I added. "You are such a typical guy. You wanted to finish before I noticed and got mad!!! Jerk!" I smacked him which just made him laugh more." This bed is the first piece of furniture I bought on my own, I saved up my hard earned pennies for this bed!" More giggling. I looked him directly in the eyes and said "Tomorrow, you are going to fix it." "What if I can't fix it?" he says "Call someone who can." "I will try." He begins laughing again, I just didn't know it was going to be hollow! I had no idea...I...was..ha ha ha..." "You didn't know that you are so freaking big? You're like a giant or something!" I said. Of course that makes him laugh louder and harder. I thought he was going to choke or suffocate."Ha ha ha, laugh it up freak boy!" He stopped for a second and said "Well now I'll know for next time." I rolled over and gave him the cold shoulder "Next time?" I said. It suddenly became extremely quiet. He placed his hand on my arm and kissed it "I'm sorry" he pouted. I began laughing uncontrollably, and started to tickle him. "Oh is that funny, huh?! Tickle tickle." "No no no!!!" Something about a huge guy squealing like a girl when you tickle him is so rewarding, and extremely funny to watch! "What's the matter freak boy!!" with an evil grin "Tickle tickle!" Hmmmm! Good times!