USA Pit Stop

Well, I am finally better. In a hilarious act of karmic backlash, as I left Delhi, imparting words that weren't a ringing endorsement of India, I began to feel achy, tired and generally not well. India decided that if I did not like the country then feel its wrath. I am here to make amends: India is awesome, just a super place. At no point was I ever frustrated, blown away by noises. It was like a constant skip in the park.
I decided to nip this feeling of general crapiness in the bud by taking a fever reducer before boarding the plane. We had 22 hours of flight time from Delhi to Chicago so I wanted to feel ok- also, taking a fever reducer doubles as a pain masker which is so important for my back and well being. This was the final time I would feel good for 50 hours. I had a tremendous fever, the shivers and had a small band thumping behind my eyes and in my head. I would run the gamut of temperatures: from Arctic to the Sahara. It was, without a doubt, the worst flight I have ever been through. I set the record of trips to the bathroom as I was hydrated to the max. People probably assumed I was drunk as I slumped forward, eyes bloodshot from the pain, taking meticulous steps in the row towards the bathroom.
We arrived in Chicago and I still felt badly to the point where my fever had not subsided. I finally decided that this was not normal and ambled to the doctor's office in Chicago. I am not sure what was a better idea. Be sick in India: treatment would be cheap, but most of the time, I would be a little nervous with the unknown. Or be sick in US: treatment would be above standard and price would be even more above standard. Seeing the bill really makes me redefine my stance on prolonging the getting a job dance.
The storm has passed luckily and I am feeling heaps better. With the Duncans, I have seen Niagara, Motown Museum, a Cubs and Bulls game. Chicago has been a beautiful host for my re-entry. I am happy to be here yet I still feel like an outsider. I am not entirely comfortable being back. I am not ready to blend in again. I can't shake the feeling. It may be, in part, that I know I am going to be leaving soon again, but I feel there is more than knowing that I am transient guest. I am still at a loss of words to expound more, I need more time to mesh again with the US culture to paint the right picture.