We got back the lab tests from the hospital today. The nastiness that we had a few weeks ago turns out to have been Campylobacter. With an incubation period of 2-5 days, the wine expo or that Friday night's dinner are the most likely sources. The home kitchen is off the suspect list- no raw chickens in the house in that time frame. Amazing that something so small could cause us so much misery- I'm just now starting to feel more or less back to normal. Blech.
Campylobacter has got to be the cruelest punishment of all. I got it on Bike Virginia back in the early 2000s, along with 100s of other riders. Turns out it was chicken poop on the road (from local chicken farms and their trucks), wetted by rain, which then splashed up onto our water bottles. Barry didn't get it as he drank out of a Camelbak on that particular day. It was HELL on earth and caused me to miss the last three days of the bike tour. We were staying in a gorgeous inn in West Virginia, which just happened to have the most amazing marble bathroom with a bidet, a true gift from the gods given my condition. Their water bill must have been very high that next month! I eventually recovered completely, but it was something I will never forget, as I am sure neither of you will either. Horrific!
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