So there you are. Sitting in a frigid waiting room staring at the clock. Each time the second-hand moves it seems to clang louder and louder. Tic-Toc. Tic-Toc. As you rub your sweaty hands together suddenly your name gets called out, which causes your stomach to hit the floor. Then you suck in a big gulp of air and take the long walk into the examination room. Eyes glued to the medical assistant's heels as you hope, wish, and pray that you don't panic. But I'm not writing to tell you that some people get nervous when they see a