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Saturday morning began with Panic. Anguish. A fair amount of Pain.
Some time ago, as I was preparing to move, I decided a new bed was in order as well. My old one had become so uncomfortable and so deeply bowed in the middle that I had taken to sleeping on the very tippy edge of the mattress with one arm dangling off almost to the floor. There was simply no sleepable space left.
So I visited a local Sleepworld, and did the Goldilocks until I found one that seemed just right and was in my price range -- just barely. Altogether, with frame and box spring, it came to over a thousand dollars. I was quietly incredulous at the price, but looking around at all the others, it could have been a lot worse. It wasn't until later I considered that I could done some comparison shopping, but I was in such agony at home I was just relieved to feel something else.
After I finally got my moving date settled, I called to have the bed delivered the same day. Right at 8:30am, the big delivery truck promptly arrived. My horrible old torture device was removed and my nice new bed was installed in my nice new apartment. I moved in and that first night fell asleep with a smile on my face, only turning this way and that briefly, you know, just to get comfortable.
I found myself turning this way and that more frequently. I'd settle on my back, then roll to one side, then flop on my somache, then back on my side, and I started to wake up feeling just as bad as when I layed down the night before. Long after the aches and pains from packing faded away, my bed was giving them back to me, now on a daily basis. Last night was the worst. I figure I moved constantly, never settling into one position for more than 10 minutes, usually a lot less. I know this because I was semi-conscious all night; when your body is that uncomfortable sleep never takes hold.
I woke up this morning and thought again about the 30 day trial period they say you have, in case you want to exchange your mattress. I remembered I'd meant to do the exchange a couple of weeks ago, but put it aside and forgot. Hmm, I thought, I wonder how long... Suddenly I was wide awake. When was is that I moved exactly. Was it the end of August, or the end of July? What day did I move?? How long have I been here???
In a panic I tore my bedroom apart, hunting through stacks of notebooks and boxes still packed, looking for the little paper datebook I'd been using t keep track of all these silly date-sensitive things. I don't usually know the date unless I go to work, where those little numbers have meaning. Otherwise I barely even know what day of the week it is, and don't really care about it. But now it had all backfired on me, my nonchalant treatment of time. Bile began to rise in the back of my throat as it dawned on me that I might have seriously fucked myself here. I called the mattress store, but they wouldn't open for another half hour, in which I fretted and glupped and beat my fists on the stupid bed that I was probably now shackled to forever, or until I could save the money to buy another one, which meant forever.
Finally the store opened and a guy answered the phone. I gave him my number and he looked me up. Yeah, you do have... oh wait a minute... Oh yes. August 23.
August 23. It doesn't sound right but if he said it I'll take it. And tomorrow I will make arrangements for the next softness grade down to be delivered.
Some time ago, as I was preparing to move, I decided a new bed was in order as well. My old one had become so uncomfortable and so deeply bowed in the middle that I had taken to sleeping on the very tippy edge of the mattress with one arm dangling off almost to the floor. There was simply no sleepable space left.
So I visited a local Sleepworld, and did the Goldilocks until I found one that seemed just right and was in my price range -- just barely. Altogether, with frame and box spring, it came to over a thousand dollars. I was quietly incredulous at the price, but looking around at all the others, it could have been a lot worse. It wasn't until later I considered that I could done some comparison shopping, but I was in such agony at home I was just relieved to feel something else.
After I finally got my moving date settled, I called to have the bed delivered the same day. Right at 8:30am, the big delivery truck promptly arrived. My horrible old torture device was removed and my nice new bed was installed in my nice new apartment. I moved in and that first night fell asleep with a smile on my face, only turning this way and that briefly, you know, just to get comfortable.
I found myself turning this way and that more frequently. I'd settle on my back, then roll to one side, then flop on my somache, then back on my side, and I started to wake up feeling just as bad as when I layed down the night before. Long after the aches and pains from packing faded away, my bed was giving them back to me, now on a daily basis. Last night was the worst. I figure I moved constantly, never settling into one position for more than 10 minutes, usually a lot less. I know this because I was semi-conscious all night; when your body is that uncomfortable sleep never takes hold.
I woke up this morning and thought again about the 30 day trial period they say you have, in case you want to exchange your mattress. I remembered I'd meant to do the exchange a couple of weeks ago, but put it aside and forgot. Hmm, I thought, I wonder how long... Suddenly I was wide awake. When was is that I moved exactly. Was it the end of August, or the end of July? What day did I move?? How long have I been here???
In a panic I tore my bedroom apart, hunting through stacks of notebooks and boxes still packed, looking for the little paper datebook I'd been using t keep track of all these silly date-sensitive things. I don't usually know the date unless I go to work, where those little numbers have meaning. Otherwise I barely even know what day of the week it is, and don't really care about it. But now it had all backfired on me, my nonchalant treatment of time. Bile began to rise in the back of my throat as it dawned on me that I might have seriously fucked myself here. I called the mattress store, but they wouldn't open for another half hour, in which I fretted and glupped and beat my fists on the stupid bed that I was probably now shackled to forever, or until I could save the money to buy another one, which meant forever.
Finally the store opened and a guy answered the phone. I gave him my number and he looked me up. Yeah, you do have... oh wait a minute... Oh yes. August 23.
August 23. It doesn't sound right but if he said it I'll take it. And tomorrow I will make arrangements for the next softness grade down to be delivered.