Right after Father's Day, Charlie broke of loosened a tooth.  The top right
eye tooth.  He cracked the tooth next to it about a year ago.  And he has
nerve damage on the other side of his jaw from years ago so has trouble
chewing on that side.

Our dentist saw him right away.  But the best he could do was a treatment
plan and an appointment with the only really good oral surgeon in town
today.  So the last few weeks haven't been any fun.  For either one of us.

I'm still itching like crazy and my doctor still hasn't isolated why.  Liver
and kidneys seem to be OK and I don't look or feel sick enough for it to be
likely its something like lymphoma.  (Don't you just love that our computers
help us to worry about really scary things?)  Doctor thinks its a drug
reaction, but to isolate that means stopping or changing them one at a time
for at least a week.  So far I know it isn't my blood pressure medicine.

In the meantime, I itch.  Not my arms, legs and face thank God, but
everything else.

So we have two jumpy irritable people in this house.

This afternoon Charlie goes to the oral surgeon.  I really have no idea what
they will do, or if they will do anything today.

We could really use some calming purrs and some healing purrs and prayers as
well.

Jo