carol hated the intimacy that was demanded of people in doctors offices.in no other situation would an individual be expected to drop every guard that maintained their dignity and sense of safety.here , it was expected , and carol reluctantly complied.she sat on the exam table in the flimsy gown , swinging her legs back and forth and reading the poster on the wall for the third time.dont let arthritis keep you from your life.she studied the picture above the caption showing a vital middle-aged woman playing soccer with two children at her heels.all of them were laughing and appeared to be having the time of their lives.below the poster was a stack of brochures with the same caption and picture.maybe i should take up soccer , carol thought to herself humorlessly .