At the beginning of the week Steve went on a fact finding shopping frenzy and ordered a new mattress with bedframe to replace our ancient old one whose flaws have been magnified with my current bed restriction. It was one of those new technology foam mattresses and a frame that looked study enough to manage the extra needs of being compromised. Sounds perfect.
White Dog and Steve with input from all of the Army developed a logistics to remove the old and install the new while minimally displacing me.
The new bed stuff was unpackaged on the front porch and the frame moved into the end of the hallway by the office.
I was set up in the corner of the bedroom, on a chair, out of the way. Steve stripped the old bed with Opal's help; Bella's insistence on lying on the stripped mattress was NOT part of the plan. Then Steve lugged the mattress and box spring into the living room and leaned it against the couch.
He unbolted the old bed frame from the headboard. Zso and Roman followed, too closely, as he carried it out and brought the parts of the new one into the bedroom. Bella was delighted to discover that she could fit UNDER this frame.
The mattress, neatly rolled airless, was placed on top of the frame and the package cut to allow the piece to expand. The first clue should have been that Opal did not make the mattress top on her attempt to jump up. Steve dressed the new bed.
The entire White Dog Army gathered to watch me sit on the new mattress. We were expecting angel sighs and bliss.
"The frame makes the bed too high; my feet barely tough the ground sitting here and I am pretty sure it is too high for me to swing my feet up." I tried and failed. "Maybe over time?" "But until then I can't count on you being here every time I need to sit up."
Think session. It was Bailey who asked, "Could you send frame back and just use your old frame and box springs? There is nothing wrong with either of those?" I moved back to the chair while everyone examined the bed and Baai's idea.
"Well, THIS doesn't work so let's try it," Steve concluded. The new mattress was undressed and stood on edge blocking the dog door. The new frame was disassembled and reflattened, Steve was followed by Pearl to put it back on the sunporch.
The OLD frame was brought back in. "Let's see if this works," White Dog cautioned stopping Steve from attaching the headboard. The OLD box spring was put in place and then covered with the NEW mattress.
I sat down. Good. Laid down. VERY comfortable. "This might just work," I said and moved to sit on the edge of the new mattress.
Seems memory foam is densest in the sleeping areas and less so beyond. The edges were soft and I had difficulty pushing myself up in the pillowy mush. "Um, Houston, we have a problem." I moved all along the edge with no better result. Zso was right, I would need a grab rope or dad's arm to go from sitting to standing.
The mattress was replaced with our old original piece...making a net gain of zero. "Well, actually, negative," WD felt the need to point out, "now you have to ship this back. And you STILL don't have a new mattress...AND you wasted an entire day exhausting dad."
"And don't forget dinner is late," added Tizenegy.
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