The swine flu is the pits.  Influenza A, pretty darn horrible.  A few weeks ago, I contemplated several ways of ending the horrible headache that filled every crevasse of my head, the least of which was to cut it off at the neck.  Literally.  I’m one of those people who doesn’t “ride out” a headache like a hurricane or big wave.  I don’t head for the bed or drink extra glasses of water waiting for the excruciating pain to pass.  I take medicine.  You know the stuff scientists spent years of research discovering and designing according to FDA standards?  That.  In the military I learned two 800 milligrams of ibuprofen can cure even the most horrendous of pains.  A string of knee, back, head and body aches made me a believer.  Well, that’s not totally true.  I was a believer long before the 13 mile road marches with a 50 pound ruck sack on my back.  It began when I