Finding myself in bed more than usual, I decided a few months ago that it was time to replace my saggy mattress. There is a Sleepys nearby, so I stopped by on a Sunday walk in early January. Before long, the charming salesman had talked me into a memory foam bed, with a frame so the head and feet can be raised, and even can vibrate. When I called this a "hospital" bed, I was quickly corrected: this is a "lifestyle" bed. I said I wanted a very firm mattress, and he kept saying that I should just try them out. Note to self: this is not a good way to choose a firm mattress. They sold Tempupedic and various competitors. He told me about a 90 day return on mattresses. Note to self: listen carefully next time, as it turned out that I bought a competitor's brand for which the return period is much shorter.
So this splendid and extravagant bed arrived, with much fanfare. There was even an audience that day. I posted this on Facebook, and received many supporting notes. All was well, for a while. But over time the mattress got softer and softer. It sagged over the side when I got in and out, and had a deep trough under my butt. With my fluid problems, this was a serious issue, as the excess fluid in my body would collect at this low point. I took to sleeping on my living room sofa.
Helene stopped by the store last week. Bad news: I was well past the exchange date. But there are other firmer memory foam mattresses, as well as conventional mattresses that work with the lifestyle frame. I decided to swallow hard and simply accept the cost of a new mattress. However I have not felt well enough to mattress shop since my last round of hospitalizations. Diana came by for a visit last weekend, determined to solve this.
She went to the store on Saturday and found the best mattress. They said that they could deliver it Sunday. One small wrinkle: a house rule in my coop is no Sunday deliveries. But it is just a mattress exchange, we reasoned, and with luck it could happen so quickly Sunday morning that no one would be the wiser. With luck? By now I should know better! Just at noon, the Sleepys guys pounded on the door of 5B (I live in 15B) waking the shareholder. She called Moe, the super, who sent the delivery guys packing and came to my apartment. Moe is a fine upstanding man, and I knew the rules. So I hid. Diana managed to sweet talk Moe into allowing the delivery if the truck would come back, and got the salesman to recall the truck. Fifteen minutes later, new mattress, bed made, etc. Diana did not miss her train.
I am no longer sleeping on the sofa. The cat likes the vibrating bed. Elevating my head helps with my breathing. I just need to get back on Moe's good side. They say that when you are seriously ill, you should have a companion at the doctor's, so you remember what is said and don't do anything foolish. Same thing goes for the bed store, I guess. Thanks, Diana, for sorting this all out. Oh, and for the new mattress, too.