The O.K. Corral of my gut.  Today was better than the past few days.  I actually got a little sleep.  Though I wouldn't call it "deep."  I released some mucoid plaque today.  And within an hour of taking my first ACV bomb, I got hit with some bad die-off, yelled at my wife, and had to lay down.  I hope she knows that the worms made me do it.  

Now it's the evening and we are getting ready to ride.  I'm going to be Doc Holliday.  My wife can be Wyatt Earp.  The worms can be the Clanton's.  My plan is simple.  I ride into the bathroom, make a quick draw of my rectal syringe, and fire off a couple of rounds of ACV-garlic up my rear.  This'll "corral" them into my upper GI tract.  Then, Wyatt'll surprise them from the other side with a nauseating barrage of sage tea.  This is where things get medieval.  Trapped in the middle with nowhere to run, they will then be submerged into a tank of boiling oil. Then,  a nice long stretch in my wool blanket-nuclear reactor ought to seal the deal.  Then, it's just a matter of time before we turn the whole thing into a museum and charge people $7 a head to put their fingers into the infamous bullet holes in the fencing around the corral.  

Yes, the Cold Sheet Treatment will be visited again tonight.  I want to up the anti, stay in longer, drink more tea, and really work this treatment.  Tomorrow I begin Liver Week #2.  We made potassium broth and used 2 big artichokes to aid the liver.  I'm also thinking of starting quassia tea and/or quassia enemas.  Maybe I will use it in my high enemas every other day.  

I will post tomorrow with a description of the shoot-out.  See ya'll tomorrow.  

-JT