I know I'll likely never be rid of things. I'd be satisfied with a relatively benign co-existence. That they would abandon the hyperinfection, the dissemination, and retreat to the gut for a quiet life span would be great. Great, that is, compared to the hyperinfection, the dissemination, the, "scattering."
The things used to be content with gut life. Flying under the radar they were innocuous. Never had to think about them. A couple things here and there but no biggie.
Would that they would retreat, settle down, and life would once again be, "normal." If a retreat were to occur I certainly would leave them alone down there. No enemas, no over the top anthelminthics, no prodding, no poking a stick at them. Getting them fired up to expand their territory for the sake of survival was and is a big mistake IMO.
Hell, yeah.
Let 'em go back down and do their thing. Provide some protection against arthritis and other auto-immune problems. They were probably there in the first place for just that.
I rue the day I inadvertantly ingested something that happened to be a big-gun anthelminthic that got the things heading for the hills, i.e., other parts of the body, for the sake of survival.
That thing was kratom for the pain of a gunshot wound. I well remember when I increased the dosage to knock out ALL pain... I well remember the sensation of SCATTERING... a damned Big Time Itch throughout the epidermas... throughout the entire skin.
I KNEW something was very, very wrong.
Now I know just how wrong.
Danged docs were stingy as hell with the pain meds for the gunshot wound.
I looked elsewhere. Had to.
From hell with a lower case, "h," to Hell with an upper.
This really does all go back to shitty docs.......