Some of you helpful readers may remember my request for a basinet, made in a previous post. I'm sure you are all well aware that a basinet, also known as a bascinet, is a "medieval European open-faced military helmet."
Why a basinet? Because I'm trying to make my escape! I need protection. Medieval protection. What better than a great helm? Especially with a little flame on the front, like this one. I'd look awesome in a basinet.
Unfortunately, mom (bless her heart) thought I wanted a bassinet -- a bed for babies. What do I need that for?! I need out of here. Well last night, the warden moved me to a bassinet from the incubator. I made the move because I now control my own body temperature, don't have any IVs, and eat a ton of food in 30 minutes. I even gained some weight yesterday so I'm back over 4 lbs!
My bassinet (though not nearly as cool or useful as a basinet) isn't too shabby. First of all, its super minimum security -- the walls are wood and it doesn't even have a ceiling. And now they swaddle me into papoose blankets for warmth and I get to wear my own clothes. I'm going to rock this giraffe for a while, then get back to planning my escape.
BTW, I've been in this gulag for two weeks. Happy anniversary!
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