Next week's x-ray will tell me more, but in the meantime thanks to Alice for such detailed instruction and others for kind wishes. Prohibition on alcohol reminds me of the reluctant kid who said, "Can't I just do it until I need glasses?" And Waits claimed that a doctor warned him that if he kept singing in his abrasive manner, he would wind up like Sinatra. "Oh, you mean rich and powerful?" But if all this treatment and training makes me sing like Celine Dion, I may just switch to instrumentals.