Hoo boy, what a week I had last week. The cyclospora parasite made it pure misery. For several days, I didn’t dare stray far from a bathroom. Fortunately, I got smart, acted quickly, and was back on my feet much sooner than I could’ve been. Here’s my story.

Friday evening, June 26th, my wife was taking me the airport for a three day weekend I was spending with our daughter. On the way we stopped at our local Lebanese restaurant for some to-go food. I sat in the passenger seat, stuffing my face as we weaved through rush-hour traffic to the airport. I polished off the kabobs and hummus but was sad not to get to my tabbouleh.

I made Kelly promise not to gobble up my tabbouleh as I kissed her goodbye and walked into the airport.

The weekend away visiting our daughter was wonderful. I would taunt Kelly with a photo of some amazing meal we were eating and she would joke about how good my tabbouleh is! She remained true to her word and I finished off my tasty snack when I returned Sunday night, June 27th.
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