My day went pear shaped yesterday.
Nothing drastic, just an unfortunate hubby with a toothache and not a dentist open in town.
So, I did my Florence Nightingale routine as best I could and offered tea and sympathy.
When I had a toothache as a child, I'd put Holy Water on it in the hope it cure it or at least postpone a trip to the dentist.
Boiled salted water seems to be working for husband.