You can imagine my discomfort as this defensive neuro is performing my lumbar puncture, while becoming
ever more agitated with my husband. Unable to move and with by back to the group, I had tears streaming. This is when the most idiotic statement fled his mouth . . . .
4. He compassionately asked, "Are you doing okay there?" Just as I was opening my mouth to answer, I realized that his head was turned toward his student observer. He was aking her how she was doing . . .