Waiting Room or Craft Room

I know the picture quality is not great. I was just too impatient to show off my latest charm. Do you detect a hint of Valentines? Thought it was about time I try to be a little attentive to the coming event.

It’s three months since my voice became so hoarse I am only able to speak very softly. It can be very frustrating in circumstances which until now I took for granted like asking for something in the shop or answering your phone on a busy street. It also means I had to go to hospital two days in a row to visit two different departments. The bus journey and the usually packed waiting room are good places for crafting but most people prefer to chat if they have a companion, watch the TV or read.

Hospital waiting rooms are exactly that. You rarely enter a waiting room to be leave within thirty minutes of arrival, unless it is to be taken to another waiting area. If there is a television it is rarely on something I want to watch and even if it is, you can barely hear it. Suppose it’s because we have to listen out for our names being called. You don’t want to miss your name... that would mean more waiting!

This is why I’ve developed a habit of bringing a knitting kit with me:

-needles
-yarn
-scissors
-stitch holder (I forgot that yesterday and had to improvise with my key ring)

Time passes and I use it to my advantage on the long bus journey and then in the waiting room, soothing any temptation to clock watch, pace back and forth impatiently or keep asking the nurse where I am in the queue. It was only when I’d completed the majority of the third little charm since leaving the house, that I noticed that I’d been waiting a long time. Over an hour! My arms ached so I put away the knitting. Then my name was called. Perfect timing.

Knitting certainly saved me from getting anxious and restless. Doesn’t have to be knitting. I’ve been known to do some cross stitch too. Seeing as the hospital is continues to be a regular fixture in my schedule, you know I’ll be using the time it takes up to keep on crafting.

Maybe one day I will meet another knitter or stitcher in a waiting room. I'd love that.