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I saw that the local seminary’s clinic was running an ad to go and have an endurance test done. When I should up to the clinic I had to sufficiency out all this info about me and my habits. As soon as I was done I handed it over to the nurse who took me back to an exam room. A doctor came in and introduced himself as Dr. Phingerphuck, and that he would be the one seeing me today. To start the aggregate wrong he had me take off my shirt, so that he could listen to my heart and lungs. In doing so, he said that everything sounded pulverized. The doc then took my blood pressure before he could really begin any of the endurance tests. Palpating my thorax ' and stomach he looked for any tender areas that I might have had. On my right side I had gotten hit by a soccer ball at practice. Moving down south, the doctor’s hands were feeling roughly my waist league together, and he tickled me a couple of times.
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