Put it all his bottles over the weekend and on his sores topically just once. It’s Monday morning and it’s like he never had it. Usually takes 10 days and it’s a nightmare.
Thanks, horse paste! ;)
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Here's my true story about this past weekend. It's nasty but we're all friends here.
My whole life I dumped hot sauce on everything. Tabasco, Tapatio, Cholula, those ones I can't pronounce. I like them all. I can't eat pizza, pasta, or popcorn without it.
About a year and a half ago I started having "stomach problems" which resulted in bathroom emergencies within a half an hour of eating anything spicy. It was something to laugh about at first but as it went on for months and months it became a real problem.
I had to accept that my diet of baked ziti and gourmet pizza would have to be bland without the beautiful irritation of capsaicin on my tongue. It got to the point that even one teaspoon of mild salsa had me running for the water closet. My wife assured me that this is normal and it happens to everybody as we get older. I accepted this will be for the rest of my life.
So this past week my kids started getting sick one at a time with a tummy bug. I wasn't in the mood for that sort of thing so I got a tube of the ol' horse paste (I'm no stranger to it but I don't take it regularly). Sadly they didn't have the apple flavored one so I got the Band-Aid flavored one. I am used to the Herx reaction so I was prepared for it but this one was the worst I ever had. It lasted a good 18 hours and I could have sworn I got trampled by a giraffe or something. And before you ask how I could have been trampled by a giraffe please note that I did say "a giraffe OR SOMETHING".
The next day I woke up feeling better than I ever remember feeling. I was excited about life. Motivated. Mentally focused. Since I didn't eat anything the day before I was quite hungry. The wife decided to try a new Mexican food restaurant and it was a good choice. Those little plastic cups of red and green salsa looked and smelled amazing so I figured why not? I was home for the day and the bathroom is just right there so I had more hot sauce than anybody should have in one sitting. I told the kids to get in there and use the bathroom because they're not going to want to go in there later.
But here I am 24 hours later and still no bathroom emergency. It's too early to say I'm cured but I think I am. It wasn't getting older, it was those damned parasites.
TL;DR - worms don't like hot sauce.
"a giraffe OR SOMETHING".
LOL.