I did it. I took the first dose (kinda sweet, actually), AFTER I spent 30 minutes outside PACING in my bare feet, sunning, meditating, praying, and wondering if Hulda Clark is right about the parasite-dystrophy connection. I came back to the house muttering "Face your demons, Wings. Face your demons." I started crying, grabbed that bottle and opened it, said "I love myself. I love myself," and drank the measured teaspoon.
It's in there.
Then I thought, "as long as it's in there, I'm gonna get it GOOD and in there." So I pulled up some Bob Segar and Billy Joel and danced HARD for 30 whole minutes. Oh yeah.
After that I thought, "Time for these babies to say goodbye." I grabbed a jar of cold, fresh carrot juice, dumped some IF#2 and activated charcoal in it, and chugged it.