I like headaches. Laying in bed pumped up on paracetamol listening to the rain hitting down on people's raincoats like Jesus ordered an aqua strike, makes me all fuzzy inside and really happy. 

Theeth pain on the other hand reminds you the world can be a cruel dark place where pain and terminal discomfort are the plat du jour for millions of people, including you. 

Normal headaches are a pain but they are like a little cuddle from the universe asking you to slow down, close your eyes and take it easy. Usually, apart from those migraines that feel like road works between your ears, if you just lay down and keep really really still, the pain fades till you can fall asleep in that incomparable ill sleep of the ones that had to call in sick. 

Thoth ache feels like suicide might just do it. 

How often do you have a flu (even man flu), "feel horrible","dying" even, and seriously consider calling all those people you think might have and sell you a gun? A big enough gun to make sure one shot in the mouth (down-up obviously, making sure you hit that tooth on the way so you get that fraction of a second relief before you redecorate your room in Scandinavian brain/blood pattern. 

I like thinking that the last thing I see when my aired skull hits the floor would be that fucking tooth, all it's malice and evil drained and hostless, creeping down the wall with all the other theeth's judging looks sliming down at the same speed. 

Love and paracetamol can cure a headache, good linens and a nice film go a long way and your loved one's eyes a gentle touch makes everything almost holiday perfect. 

"Don't come close to me, I have a germs" "oh come here, I love your silly germs" "ohh, I'm dying" "oh no you're not, want more cake?"

You're not likely to hear that from a soon to be toothless person, people tend to keep a safe distance from tooth aching individuals, not because they fear it might be contagious, but because they know by the blood shot eyes and the incoherent sounds, human sacrifice is one of the things that pain riddled once-loving-church-going humans can seriously consider. 

Hey, if paracetamol is all you have and morphine is nowhere to be found, maybe holding your lover's still warm liver to the moon (in the middle of the night/afternoon who cares) might just be worth a shot. I read somewhere the gods love children best. 

Then there are dentists. Godless orphans that knew no love and found a way to profit from pain. We put arms dealers in jail and let these people walk the streets and breeth on your face. It's god's will apparently.