I have a toothache, arguably the most debilitating ailment I’ve ever had. Even through mono and TB, I got more work done than I did with a toothache. So, I had a list of stuff to do today and my dad comes home and asked my why I didn’t get anything done, to which I reply toothache. Now, with a normal human this would have elicited compassion or disinterest, but not to man who’s had dentures for 45 years. He then bored me with an hour long story of how his 110th filling went and afterwards my tooth didn’t hurt as much.