You know how your car can be making a funny noise, so you take the car to the mechanic, and then the car won't make the noise?
yeah. This morning, in desperation, I called my dentist's office. My jaw blew up over the weekend, and when I could no longer eat or brush, I realized it was time for help. Oh! But my regular dentist is out on maternity leave (Kid #6! Go doc!), so I had to schedule with another dentist in the practice.
And sure enough, after several days of dental pain, virtually as soon as I hung up the phone, the hurt abated.
I'm keeping the appointment anyway. In, let's see, half an hour. Let him poke and prod and piss my jaw off. It deserves it, the motherf*cker.
I'll let you know how I make out.
Updated to add: It turned out to be a tooth in need of a root canal. F*ck.