This morning I had to run by the lab on my way to work to have some blood drawn for my regular checkup next week. Like a lot of knitters, I keep a "go bag" near the front door with a small knitting project to take along when I leave the apartment.
My current "go bag" project is a pair of plain vanilla socks (3:1 rib, toe up, slipped stitch heel) that I can knit without looking at a pattern. (Well, except for the heel....I always carry a cheat sheet on an index card that gives instructions for my favorite heel!)
When I arrived at the lab, I checked in with the receptionist and settled into a chair in the waiting room. I pulled my knitting from my little bag and began knitting happily. Within a few minutes, the waiting room began to fill with other patients. I noticed they began to fidgit and sigh heavily after a few minutes more. I continued to knit, comforted by the repetitive motion, the light click of the needles, and the feel of wool in my hands.
Later, as I was driving to the office, I realized that I no longer mind waiting for appointments. In fact, if I get called in earlier than my appointed time I'm mildly disappointed. I feel as though I've been robbed of a bit of knitting time.
Last May I slipped while hiking and broke my leg. Mom still tells the story that when she and Daddy took me to the local Urgent Care center, I knitted while waiting to be examined. She was stunned that I could concentrate enough to knit while in that much pain.
She's not a knitter, so she doesn't understand that knitting was probably the only reason I was able to bear the pain as well as I did.
How does knitting work this magic? I can't speak for others, of course, but as for myself I believe it helps me center my thoughts. As I knit and purl I feel a sense of calm serenity. In fact, it's not unusual for me to doze off while knitting in my recliner at home.
Sure hope that never happens in a waiting room! *LOL*