Howard Jones, you prophet, you

I was listening to the Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion soundtrack, which includes that '80s chestnut, No One Is to Blame. It's full of weird lyrics of frustration, but one of them stuck out for me today:

Doctor says you're cured, but you still feel the pain.

Man, do I. My tooth is killing me, and I feel warm and tired. I called the doc yesterday, and he said to give it another day or so and call back. I hope I don't have an infection. I need to go to another doc today for something unrelated, and I wonder if they can tell me what the hell is going on.