Monday, March 23rd
My flight back to Chicago was one of my most miserable experiences. My stomach was in knots the entire time. It felt like two gears were grinding against each other every time I stretched or got up to walk around. Drinking water or eating crackers caused such an intense pain that I was afraid to consume anything. Gradually, it got better, but oye, it was unpleasant. Making matters worse, when I arrived back at O'Hare and caught the Blue Line, snow was all over the ground. As I rode the train back home, I so distinctly remember thinking, "I have to get out of here."
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