The one about being sick

Wow, what a great couple of weeks! After the wedding we went to Costa Rica, swam in the ocean, lived in luxury for 8 nights, took a tour through a tropical rain forest, saw an active volcano (I'm part of only 3% of the world's population who lived to tell about it), relaxed in the hot springs fed by the volcano, saw the second largest freshwater lake in the world, went whitewater rafting down the "Colorado" River, went horseback riding, went down the "world's largest water slide," saw a baby tarantula, relaxed in more volcano fed hot springs, went on a zip line canopy tour of the tropical dry forest. We saw 3 of the 4 types of monkeys in Costa Rica, the howler was the most common type we saw. We also saw a sloth hanging from a power line. We have some great shots of their raccoons. The animals weren't even concerned with people, with the exception of the monkeys using us for target practice.

The hotel had everything, including a swim-up bar. We still had time to watch the Simpson's in Spanish. My favorite line was when Marge held her eye and exclaimed "Oh, Mi ojo." The food ranged from steak and pasta to Asian fusion. We dined in some pretty fancy places and ate some elegant cuisine. It was probably at the Asian fusion where I got sick. Did I mention that they had a swim up bar?

We got back on a Monday night very late. I went back to work on Thursday and it was fairly uneventful. On Friday I noticed I wasn't very hungry and my stomach started acting up. By Friday night I was in the ER thinking it was Malaria. I got bit by a few mosquitos, they love the taste of Bill. It wasn't Malaria, they said it was traveler's sickness and I took 3 days of Cipro, but by Monday evening there was no improvement. It's now Wednesday and I'm awaiting a call from the nurse to tell me it is a parasite. Apparently there's only one way to check to see if you have parasites. I feel traumatized.