The tooth number 2 on the upper left is sore, even though it is made of filling. It is not a tooth at all really anymore. The result is getting up with a filthy temper and no patience. Get up and fight through the sordid disorder of the kitchen to find the coffee maker and the filter and what have you. Having found all this, start the machine, fill the sieve install it into the meanwhile functioning machine and make a cup of coffee straight into the cup taken from the cupboard in the hall. Then back into the little bureau, in to the personal corner by the bed. Hear the snoring of the wife, and now the blasted cat wants attention. Use a patent toothpick like a tiny bottle brush to make sure that there are no interstitial do - dahs and food remainder between the teeth causing pressure and then pain. There was something there, but the pain does not go away much. Put on the clothes, take the cup back out, and then start tidy up the kitchen. The son comes out and says that he will do that later.
Point out to him that he always says that and never does these things. The mess is a disaster, the son had baked a cake at midnight, and everything is just lying around the place.
Later on the son turns comes in again, he is in tears. He has promised the cake to his group of friends and he does not know how he is going to be able to clear up the mess in his room, which he has promised, and finish his cake which he has promised, and to tidy up the kitchen which he has also promised.
Console him a bit, and then say that he should go ahead and do his room, and then finish his cake in the meanwhile tidied kitchen.
At his expression of concern, point out that the toothache will not be mitigated by inactivity, it is better to continue working until the painkillers start to work.
And later, the cake is made and the son is happy again.
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