Somewhat graphic details follow:

There's a place in southern Colorado called "Dos Rios" I stopped in there on a drive back to Albuquerque a few years back. I had the combo plate as I recall. Within an hour I began to feel... not right. And within 2 hours I has holed up in a gas station bathroom - sitting on the throne with my face in the gas station trash can - hallucinating! (that's not a euphemism - I was so sick I was actually having an out of body experience). It's the only time in my life when death seemed preferable to the condition that I was in. After 2 or 3 hours - I'm really not sure - I was able to crawl back to my truck and finish the drive home where it took me a week to regain my strength. You know what Dos Rios means right!?... "two rivers" - while I was in the gas station bathroom - that place really lived up to it's name.