I check my social media feed in the dentist office waiting room. A family on a ski trip, hatted and goggled, eyeless and faceless is stacked on top of a me too sexual harassment story which is atop a call for gun control, a plea from a friend to save cats in an animal shelter who are scheduled for slaughter, a photo of my niece at her school spring festival with a garland of yellow blooms round her crown. An ache begins to rise in my stomach. So that, when I am called in for my root canal, I am relieved.