Even though the most interesting trip I’ve taken this week was to Costco, I woke up this morning with the unmistakeable eggy burp, roiling digestive system and transition-worthy labor pain that is giardia.
Couldn’t the little parasite have at least hitched a ride from contaminated mountainside spring and not the shopping cart handle that likely infected me? I suffered a severe bout in 2001, so it is possible that I’ve been carrying dormant cysts around with me since, but I find that unlikely.
If you have thus far been spared from intestinal parasites, pass on this one. It is beyond nasty.