Chapter 2-Home Sweet Home

It was raining when I woke up the next day.  My head was pounding, it felt like I had an hangover but I hadn't had a drink since the accident.  I also had a stiff neck thanks to my cheap bed.  I got up to get some aspirin, but felt very light headed so I sat laid back down.  I was missing home big time.  I missed my family and friends.  I was still calling home weekly but the conversations were short and uncomfortable.  My thoughts then started drifting to last night.  It was the most vivid dream I had ever had.  I put my hand to my lips and I swore I could almost feel them start to tingle.  I spent the rest of the day in bed.

The next several weeks were nothing important.  More job interviews but still no job offer.  I spent my spare time (which was a lot) painting.  That was the one thin that always took my mind off things.

Although my apartment was terrible, I started staying in as much as possible.  When I would go out I felt like like I was being watched and sometimes followed.  I am sure it was just due to the stress of still being unemployed coupled with my loneliness, but I stayed in all the same.

After a week or two of staying in I was starting to get cabin fever.  I decided that I couldn't stay cooped up any longer and getting out would hopefully boost my mood a bit.  It was a beautiful day so I went out to the park, checked out the local art gallery and tried to enjoy myself.  I still had the nagging feeling I was being watched, but I tried my best to ignore it.  The next day I woke up sick, I guess I should have not eaten the chili cheese dog with tater tots especially since it was from a street vendor.

After 3 days, I was still sick so I headed off to the doctor's office in hopes of getting something stronger than the store bought stuff.  Everything was pretty normal until the doctor came in to speak with me. 
"Ms. Vinson" he said "you don't have food poisoning, you're pregnant."