The thing that was most awful for me was the fact that you never knew what would bring it on, or how long it would last. I’d go weeks or months with no problem, and then a breeze across my face would set it off; and it could last seconds, minutes or hours. I remember once being out on a walk in the park, and having to sit down on a curb and just cry, because the sudden pain from a wind was so incapacitating and horrible.
Another time, I was driving home from work with pain I’d had for hours. I still don’t know how I got home safely on that day.
I was very lucky because they could finally locate a cause in my case. For many people, it seems to be idiopathic, and they have to ‘manage’ it. I think I read somewhere that it’s called the ‘suicide disease’ because 25% of people who suffer from it commit suicide.
I feel like a dam nosy sister querying you on something you are anxious to forget.....
but I wonder why an X-ray or thorough dental exam did not expose the cracked tooth?
Surely a practiced dentist would have noticed that?