It's been over a week now. You've been working your way through my gums. It really hurts. I don't think I can take much more. And, my mom. You know she doesn't like to hear me cry, especially when it's dark out. I heard her mumble something the other night about turning into a crazy lady if she didn't get some sleep. So, my dear teeth-please finish making your way through my gums as soon as possible.