Sunday, April 11, 2010

Ooh, my poor head...

I don't know what triggered it, but I am sporting a headache that feels like someone whacked me on the head with an axe handle and then gave me a love tap with the other end of the axe for good measure.

I blame pollen.

9 comments:

staghounds said...

Couldn't be noise could it.

You might try Claritin.

thrill said...

Tam, you need to eat more dirt:

www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2010/04/026045.php

Anonymous said...

Maybe a nascent brain tumour.

Jason Welin said...

I blame lead and cordite fumes.... But what a wonderful way to get a headache!

On a Wing and a Whim said...

Have you had enough water and coffee? When distracted by bright shiny brass and booming things as a motivator to be up and moving, you have to watch for dehydration headaches, and caffeine withdrawal headaches.

Also, make sure you eat enough!

...I sound like my mother.

Stranger said...

It sounds like pollen. I don't know about E. Tenn, but 600 miles south by southwest it is six weeks late and by far the worst I have seen is 60 years of continuous residence.

I am usually unaffected, but this is enough to physically plug my sinuses. Oh, for spring on the high plains!

Stranger

Anonymous said...

welcome spring!!!

Pathfinder said...

Mine is due to cordite fumes and the mope who brought a S&W 500 PLUS a Glock 10mm to an indoor range while I was RSO-ing. Damn thumpers.

Gewehr98 said...

Fired an IHMSA silhouette match one day with my 10" Wichita handcannon. Towards the end I got all loopy and had a major pain in the brainpan. My own shooting partner spelled it out for me: "You got a concussion from your own gun, dumbass!"

Didn't you just return from Knob Creek, where money was converted by the pallet-load into noise and skull-flexing shockwaves?

BTW, check yer PMs at TFL. La Machina is ready to ship, but I want to make sure somebody's there to take receipt from the nice man driving the Big Brown Van of Happiness.