It happened fast. A bite of an hours-old donut turned my stomach, and within minutes I was doubled over in excruciating, unrelenting stomach pain. I phoned my husband, just a few feet away in the other room. “I feel like I’m dying,” I whispered into the phone. He loves me, believes me, but also knows I’m prone to exaggeration. But in that moment, discov…
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