Four days. Can I handle four days of excruciating pain? (No, but hopefully it won't be quite so excruciating the whole time--last time, I was in agony for a day and a half, and then suddenly fine. This time is rather worse, but I still hold out hope for waking up tomorrow morning going "Hey! I feel fine!") And it can't be worse than the car trip, because I have hot packs, cold packs, home remedies, and vastly more important, the computer and books to distract myself from, y'know, agony.
I have the dentist's cel number, so if I just can't take any more, I can call him and...um...whine, I suppose.
Four days. Whew. Oh, well, builds character.
It's weird to find myself really REALLY wanting to go to the dentist.