Saw Andrew Bird then Morrissey. Both great shows in different ways.

Went to Alan's grandmother Pre-Easter dinner the Saturday before it. After Alan looked in his parents' garage for various things he had been meaning to take to the apartment. One was a bowel of go stones that had been closed since 1994. When we got home he jokily said that's see if it smells like 1994. We open it to find the snow white stones scattered with drops of blood. Oh, he remarks this is from that night I slit my wrist. I know before we met that he had made two failed suicide attempts. Knowing and seeing bits of evidence that it occurred shocked me then made me thankful that he failed and was still living.

Easter Sunday I pestered him to take me to work. It's usually when I stop and do something else that he finally gets up. Went to the bathroom then walked to the living room were I found me sitting on the futon were he tells me with a big smile “I have risen”. I smile and kiss his forehead. Get to work and celebrate Easter with the boys. I call my family during a break in the day and get homesick. Decided if James and John both show up for their 3-10 shift that I'm taking three hours personal time so I can have Easter with my family. They show up and I leave at 5pm. The first Easter I had with my family in two years.

PM had to have three teeth pulled his week. It was decided in team that I should go with him since for reason he listens to me. It was decided he would make it through the ordeal if he was anethesized. I kept him calm while we waited for the doctor to arrive. Asked him what he might want to do for his birthday and what you think we should do this summer. The doctor walks in and PM goes quiet and watches the doctor closely as he examines PM's X-rays. The doctor asks me if he understands English. I say quite frankly he understands perfectly he's just autistic. I watch the doctor start an IV. I hear PM say “Ouch” then there is a slight panic I his face. I then look straight into his eyes and say “it's ok”. He body goes very still then they put the mask over his face as they tell him to breathe in. I watch his eyes close they tell me to wait outside. I sit in the waiting room thinking I hope he still talks to me after this. An hour or so passes and say that PM is waking up and they'll bring him out soon. The nurse gently leads him out the door to the waiting room. PM looks at me and says “my teeth”. Respond “I know”. We return to the unit. He doesn't want to rest and says he's hungry. I get him some jelly and mashed potatoes. He tries to his pacing around the unit which is a routine of his but has I see him start to stumble I tell him to sit down on the sofa with me. We watch cartoons together till my coworker Chrishawn walks in. For some reason he doesn't care much for him and goes to his room to listen to his radio. Later that afternoon I get him out of his room long enough to talk to his Therapist who brought her dog in to cheer PM up. We watch him examine the dog and the softness of its fur. He then rests in this room till dinner were I make him some Spagettio's I brought from home. I then get to leave at seven since I had to come in early to deal with PM. The boys say goodbye and confirm that I'll be back Sunday.

Now, I'm just waiting for Alan to come home. Writing gibberish.