Chikungunya?

Last Saturday, we, the students of the ACM India program, met our host families over lunch and went home with them. That night I noticed a rash snaking it's way across my arms and legs. Unsure what to do and unwilling to wake up my newly acquired host parents (Rajastree and Milind) I went to bed. Around two in the morning, I awoke freezing cold with a fierce aching in all of my joints, especially my wrists and ankles. Since then I have been to the doctor several times and had to give a blood and urine sample, but they still don't know what exactly it is. The running bet is on Chikungunya the non-fatal younger brother of the well-known Dengue Fever. I'm feeling much better now with only swollen and aching ankles along with intense fatigue to remind me of my unfortunate introduction to Indian illness. They tell me it was a very mild case; but if that is so, then Indian viruses are Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the gate to the underworld, compared to our chiwawa-sized diseases. So far I've tamed the unknown beast, but I'll let you know what it is when the tests come back.