That awkward moment when you tell an asthma patient that you are going to examine him quickly and he immediately bends over and gets ready for a prostate exam…

I was checking all my answers before they realized their mistake: 

1. wrong. 2. wrong. 3. wrong. 4. wrong. 5. wrong…. 

Oh buggercrapshit&*#$^@.

I’m glad it was a mistake. But going through that did not do anything good for my mental health. Fifteen minute freak out session over.