I had a silly medical test this morning (I suppose if something HAD been wrong I wouldn’t think it was so silly) in follow up to an adventure I had a week and a half ago. My usual approach to my health is “if it kills me, I’ll know it was serious.” This time I decided not to wait until my entire body turned itself inside out.
Anyway, I’m sitting in the waiting room knitting when my name is called. I start to put my knitting away (let’s say it took about 2 seconds for me to respond) when the tech called my name again. Hello, can I have time to stand up? Not everyone goes to the doctor excited to watch Let’s Make a Deal. (And how is it that both times I’ve been to the doctor in the last two weeks, Let’s Make a Deal was on?) I understand that some people might miss their name so a second call isn’t unwarranted. But really. Am I the only person who goes to the doctor with something to do that I need to put away when I get called?
I slid my knitting down the needles in the middle of the row, put it in the bag, and went back to where I was directed to get half-naked (only half! woohoo!) and then wait and wait and wait. I pulled out my knitting, and… uh oh. It turns out that stopping in the middle of a row of only nine stitches isn’t such a good plan. Out came the needles from my bag. Without the knitting.
Thankfully, all is well with my insides, and all is well with my knitting.