Toothache

It started on our first day at the lake, a little sensitivity on a back molar as I bit into a piece of blueberry pie.  I winced, took a sip of coffee, and passed my dessert over to Jack, who was happy to have it.  We were thirty minutes from the nearest town, and three hours from my dad, the only dentist I've ever had in my life.   There wasn't much I could do, other than try to distract myself.  For three days, I managed to feign bliss and good health.  I walked and ran, swam, did yoga...