I was getting really tired of sleeping in the chair in the living room for two and a half months and no, it wasn’t a recliner.
Not only was i getting tired of it, I was getting really weepy and had no privacy.
If the guys were raiding the kitchen at 2 a.m., I was listening to dishes, pots and pans, microwave beeps.
If I was napping and someone wanted to watch television, I was no longer napping.
When hubby was up at 5 a.m., so was i.
I had no bedroom door to shut out the late night or early morning noises.
I was so excited that my hospital bed was being delivered!
A hospital bed meant I could move back into the bedroom, shut the door, listen to hubby snore and get out of that chair!
Then it was time for the bed to be delivered.
I had a major melt down.
Where were “we” going to move everything? How do you add a hospital bed to a master bedroom that already has a queen bed, a dresser, a chest of drawers and a bookcase?
Not just that but, the sheets and bedspreads weren’t going to match!!!
My husband very gently asked “Is this about the furniture being moved or a hospital bed?”
How did he get to be so wise?
So the bedroom is very non feng shui and even though I did find a set of sheets a duvet and pillow sham for ten dollars on clearance, that don’t match the queen bed, I did get to sleep in my bedroom and listen to hubby snore.
Getting comfortable took some time.
It’s an air mattress that operates on an electric pump to keep my skin from breaking down.
So, it took a while to get the right fulllness adjusted.
We had a huge freak out in the middle of the night when I heard and felt air leaking.
I woke hubby up and he discovered pin sized holes in the mattress!!
As our eyes adjusted we were confused as to how there could be so many holes in such a perfect pattern!
Then we realized they are meant to be there to allow the mattress to adjust.
It must be one of those things we’ll laugh about ‘some day’.
Interestingly, it took a few hours for my body to adjust and get comfortable in a position much different than i have grown accustomed to in the chair since december.
Finally, sleep came. eight hours of sleep.
Thie next morning as I made my new bed, with the pretty sheets and pillows and duvet, I looked at it much differently than I had yesterday.
Today I was reminded of the day I started using a cane, and then a wheel chair once in a while, and then the power wheel chair and then oxygen.
They are gifts of freedom and life.
They add days to my life and allow for more time with my family.
I’m good with that.
But, that bookcase… it just can’t stay there.