Missed Opportunity

I knew the appointment would be long.

And she locked us out of the truck – oops!

But I had two hours….

Two hours later,

And I was waiting,

Watching the IV drip red



Drip. Drip.. Drippp..


My annoyance is building

Faster than the dripping

And I let it…

Until I realized my missed opportunity

I was letting my emotions throw me around,

A victim of myself.

Sitting still to avoid a third occlusion.

To take control,

I counted every color in the room.

I watched my stomach rise and fall underneath my magenta-plaid tunic.

And I grounded myself.

The opportunity was passed,

But not as long ago as the last one,

And the one before that.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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