I keep thinking I'll get back here. As you can see, I am almost finished with the Owl Winder Pocket, which most certainly is not what I said I'd be working on, but here's what happened. Last week I felt like crap. On Thursday I finally went to the hospital. (I'm fine. I had another test today but I'm pretty sure all's well.) Anyway, I went in at nineish and by 11:30 I had seen an intake nurse, two physician's assistants, and a doctor. But they wanted me to see a specialist before they'd let me go. Unfortunately, the one they had was very busy and the other guy wouldn't be in until 2:00. I settled in for some stitching.
But I had forgotten my cheaters. There was no way I was stitching on 35-count without magnification. Fortunately I had this project--on 28-count--in the bag, and coupled with my regular glasses, I was able to see enough to stitch, so that is how I filled in the three and a half hours until the specialist checked in with me. Oh, seriously, you thought he was going to arrive at the hospital and see me first? I waited another 50 minutes for him. Anyway, people kept coming into the room--nurses, the PAs, the guy who brought me lunch--and telling me I could watch tv. Seriously, have they never watched daytime television? (I did finally cave and watched a mini-marathon of Pawn Stars.)
The lunch dude was totally fascinated with the stitching. Seriously he came back and asked me more questions about it. It was adorable. Plus which the "scoop of tuna" with a cup of fruit was actually pretty good. Also, he loaded me up with fluids. Of all the doctors, nurses, and physicians assistants I saw that day, I think I spent the most time with him. I guess lunch is pretty serious business.
Around 2:10, no, at exactly 2:10 the nurse came in and thanked me for being so patient. Interestingly, this may be the first time I've been complimented on being patient that didn't involve the stitching. ("Oh I could never do that, I don't have the patience.") And then I wondered just how much do people complain? I mean, I could have left. But that would have defeated the purpose of going. They told me right up front the guy wouldn't be in until two; I couldn't make him get there faster by complaining. And once we established that I wasn't in crisis, I wasn't really the guy's top priority. I can understand that. Was it a pretty bad way to spend the day? Actually, I stitched all day and watched some tv and people brought me food. It wasn't that bad. Although, I won't lie to you...my ass went numb and I couldn't get out of the bed without help. And then I had to pee behind a curtain. The most important thing was that I didn't die, and it doesn't look like I will any time soon. Big picture, people.
I don't have that much more to go, but there are quite a number of color changes. So I guess I'm saying, don't hold your breath.