Clove oil as many have said. Oragel is good too. The main thing is you are seeing a dentist. If it is swelled it likely is infected. When I worked in Johnson City Tennessee at a dentist office it was common for people to go to the emergency room, get antibiotics' have the swelling and pain go away but then not see a dentist. Within a short time the infection would re emerge and they would go back to the emergency room. The problem doesn't go away until the dentist fixes the cause.
In 1983 I graduated law school and began the practice of law and by 1985 I had my own office with two full time assistants, and my left lower wisdom tooth (beside the nasty one I just had pulled) came in, and it was sore.
One of the recurring sermons I heard as a youth was Jesus was so perfect, he had all of his teeth and not one cavity. That infected wisdom tooth reminded me, that I was far, far from perfection.
My good friend and hunting buddy Dr Clayton Johnson was a local dentist and my front office secretary called his assistant and scheduled me an appointment, and I went.
He looked at me and said, I can pull both your upper wisdom teeth this afternoon but the two lower ones, require an oral surgeon. The roots were wrapped around the jaw bone. The sore lower one had infection and needed a course of antibiotics.
I replied I was a lawyer, I had a full book of clients and court appearances and my tooth hurt and I’d sign waivers,,,,I would pay bribes,,,oh God please Doc,,,,pull that wisdom tooth or else I’ll be ruined!
Doc said you and I’ll both regret it, but I’ll pull the top two and the one that hurts and my assistant will call yours and they’ll schedule you with an oral surgeon for your lower right one.
Doc numbed me up, and the top ones just popped out like the rotten one did yesterday—no problems.
I began to regret not taking his advice on the lower left one. Doc did too. It involved him jerking and twisting my jaw while his assistant and him looked down on me, and then finally my tooth popped out and Doc fell backwards with my tooth and his assistant had me spit in that little tray they used to have with water swirling the nastiest vile puss I could imagine.
They both looked at me and wondered how I was. I was fine I said. Doc prescribed me some strong painkillers and antibiotics and said go home, don’t go to the office, go home.
I paid my bill, it wasn’t much and said I don’t need the painkillers, I never even take aspirin.
She said are you sure, and I said I have a high pain tolerance, I’ll be fine.
I got the antibiotics and went home and two hours later called back and said remember how tough I said I was? Let’s forget I said that. Could I please have some morphine, heroin, oh my God I’m hurting bad!
She called the local pharmacy and my wife then went and got the pills, I forget now what.
My assistant canceled my appointments for a couple of days.
That evening, my wife who was involved in the local beauty pageants brought home the last year’s Miss Missouri to show off our house I suppose and I was so drugged up i remember thinking it was a good thing that girl was skinny, because she surely didn’t have a Miss Missouri grade face, but I didn’t say that to her Dad, you know.
For about a week, there was a nerve that went straight up my forehead left of my nose that was as cold as if I had an ice cream headache, but it went away.
I was glad to see the oral surgeon who took out the right one under anesthesia.
That fall, when Clayton and me were dove hunting (he actually ate doves) I asked him, what would have happened to me, if I’d lived two hundred years ago before dentists?
Doc said if you’d been born before antibiotics you might be in the graveyard today, or else an invalid.
Before dentists you’d have died for certain.
Clayton died young of brain cancer, and my first wife of an hereditary heart condition that also killed our son.
Too bad Clayton didn’t have an assistant take all those X rays, you know?
There was a reason for those lead shields the dentists used to all have.
Here’s to dentists. Like we lawyers, few people ever stop by the office just to say hi.
But without a dentist, who knows how many people died, when their wisdom teeth came in?