That's what I said after I got off the phone with my doctor yesterday. I never thought that I would be so happy to have a diagnosis. After being miserable for a few days I had actually started to feel a little better yesterday, not right, but better. I know the doc told me the official name of what I have, but I don't really remember. It is some sort of amoebic parasite. Supposedly, it is really common if you drink the water in the mountains. Every year a handful of people along the Front Range (the name for the area that I live) get it although they didn't drink the water. Officially it falls in the "amoebic dysentery" category, but I am not that sick. In fact, I feel better just in time to pull off Blanket's birthday and Thanksgiving.
I do have to take 10 days worth of medication I have to take. All is not perfect, but it is looking a lot better.
I am glad I asked to be screened for botulism. Although that is not what it turned out to be, it is that wide-spectrum test that found my illness. I am not sure I would have the patience at this point to keep looking for a cause. I am thankful for medication and for a diagnosis. I am happy even if I complain about how nasty my medicine tastes.