It’s a hospital but that doesn’t mean I have to stay in bed all the time. In fact they encourage me to get up and do things. Once they find out that I like making things, they send in someone they call an occupational something-or-other to help me. I tell her what I’d like to make and she provides the materials. Her name is Bridie. She’s real friendly and helpful. She teaches me things I didn’t know before. For one thing, she teaches me to knit. She gives me three knitting needles so that I can use my fingers on all three hands. She giggles as she tries to work out how to do this. I’m the only mutant humanoid she’s ever had as a patient. The others are completes like her and only have two hands and ten fingers. ‘Once you’ve got the hang of it, you’ll be able to knit much quicker than everyone else.’ she tells me. ‘I’ll download some patterns and you can make clothes for your baby.’ On the compu she shows me pictures of babies wearing little woollen jackets, hats and bootees.
