Dammit. Not swine flu, but a bizarre prelude to a bad pain attack. I had big plans in the garden today -- yesterday I finally got a faucet installed back there, after two years of filling my watering can at the back bathroom sink -- but instead I am in bed with my trusty old heating pad. My major consolation is that, even during these bad spells, I don't find myself longing for opiate painkillers. I know they would only wear off after a few hours and I'd take more and more and eventually make my