People seem bemused when they see me
sit and knit.
“I don't have that kind of patience,”
they say. I just nod in acknowledgment.
I don't really have a lot of patience.
I am sitting knitting in the waiting
room because
it makes the waiting disappear. I like
to knit.
I hate to wait. It makes me nervous.
I fall apart and cry. I'm trying to not
have a fit.
The doctor's office is my most
unfavorite place to be,
even if the appointment is not for me.
By:
Paula
Dean Nevison
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