A abbreviated report however. A Girl and Her Gun hosts a two day class with Kathy Jackson. Kathy is well known to me because of three things, her book, Website, and being the Editor of the USCCA magazine. I actually had a letter published in that periodical.
So, I head north to Culpeper VA. I felt really safe in that town this weekend as Kathy and Todd Green were running classes on both ends of this town!
The first day was covering the basics again. You cannot do that enough in my opinion. I was looking forward to the next day. As someone said to me before: "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans".
Well the day before I head out I go to the Dentist to tell him about a toothache. A quick X-ray and ta da! An abscess on my upper left rear molar (for those playing the home version of the game American Dental Association coding tooth #15). I guarantee that if I am found by some CSI people I will be readily identifiable. "As you can see here, this person has spent a great deal of time at the Dentist. I suspect he funded at least three of their children's tuition in college."
So a quick Pulpal Debridement, a few prescriptions and I am on my way. The first day of the class? No big deal. Sunday however showed the folly of my ways. I am allergic to grass. I spent all day Saturday running around on it. I had also started the mega dose of Penicillin VK with the attendant uh, gastronomical issues. So my load out looked sorta like this.
Sunday broke. I left the Hydrocodone at the house. I felt like warmed over death. It would not benefit me nor my fellow students if I showed up feeling like I did. I missed out on the second day of class, seeing my friend Murphy's Law, and spending more time with A Girl and Her gun.
I feel bad about this. I know that the warning on the bottle of the pain med says not to operate heavy machinery.
These are not heavy machines in the classical sense. Yet they are just that.
These Pistols are what I brought to class. I hate I did not get to stretch them out.