I'll be brief: I went through with the dental torture that I've put off since November. I guess my dentist is very persuasive. She let me know that the choice was: bad now or really bad some time down the road. I'm a real wuss, though, and even having a good excuse for ice cream this evening did not remotely make this fun.
Well, back to the ice pack -- peas and carrots, carrots and peas. Wish the ibuprofren would kick in.