I finally figured out that Eddie feels much perkier at breakfast than at dinner--the pain wears him down late in the day--so the past few mornings I've come downstairs to join him as he eats his corn flakes or oatmeal. It sure is sweet to hear him laugh again. Poor guy. He's been a good sport but this has not been easy. He had his six-week check-up with the internist today (Tuesday) and they've scheduled him for an MRI next Monday. Ed thinks it's an inflamed nerve. We'll see if he's right.