As the door opened, I sat up on the exam table. In the shadows, I could hear the doctor washing his hands. A quiet crackle and puff of a cigarette then took me by surprise as he looked at me from the corner. I couldn't tell him that I am allergic to down feathers in fear of offending him. As the he struggled to put on his latex gloves, my ass clenched for I knew this physical was not going to end well.