5/6/2019
Last week on Monday I went to the doctor with migraines. He looked me over and said I only had a few bruises that were yellow with a little blue left. He said I was looking good. He told me to go home and take Excedrin and make an appointment for a physical if I didn’t start feeling better. I went to the drug store and picked up a bottle and it seemed to do the trick.
Mark called Tuesday night and asked me to come over but I was studying for a final and finishing assignments I didn’t get finished while I was recovering. I told him I might on the weekend after school was over. That night I woke in horrible pain from head to foot. I got up and studied for a couple of hours and then went back to bed.
Wednesday night I woke around midnight. I had only been asleep for about two hours and most of the time I was tossing and turning. I felt really bad again. I got up and popped over to the house. Mark was there and glad to see me. We spent the rest of the night together. I woke up the next morning and felt really good. Mark said to me, “I think you are pregnant.” I replied, “I don’t think so. Just getting fat.” I went home.
I called the doctor and scheduled a physical for later on in the month. I kept thinking about what Mark said. I started planing for the rest of the year. School, jobs and where I was going to live. If I get a job that involved travel I might be able to slip away from them. That would be the end of school until I got a new ID. New ID is not as easy to get now adays as it was in the passed before 9/11.
Thursday I went to school. Finished everything and took my last exam. I passed everything. I didn’t do as well as I could have because I was off so much because of the suicide mission. But overall the spring semester was great. The school was great, the classes were great, the other students were great.