I really hate toothache.

I hurt. More precisely, my mouth and my teeth do. And I don't know why. It started sort of an and off a little bit yesterday afternoon. Not too bad, and that tooth's always been sensitive, so I figured it was just a continuation of it. But it wasn't. After dinner, it started hurting a lot and the only thig that would help was keeping it bathed in cool water. I tried to go to sleep (I got to BED early) but I couldn't, it hurt if I didn't have wather on it within about a minute or two. Mom ended up going off to Savon at 11:00 to get me some of that numbing stuff. Then I had that Spanish AP practice this morning. It wasn't bad unless I touched it. Then at lunch today, I had some tortillas (I'd figured that I couldn't bite it, it's a front tooth) and just chewing made me bite down sort of hard, and it really, really hurt. Mom and Ray winced in sympathy and that looked bad enough. I must have looked a million times worse. So I'm seeing the dentist tomorrow at 11:40 and I'm eating soft foods until then. Pressure on it is just torture.