This is a sequel to the articles I wrote about the “Life
of a Caregiver” and “Grieving over my last Baby”. This is about a bed. My bed
which was my refuge and comfort to look forward to after a grueling day of taking
care of my sick wife and the household chores that I face every day.
My Bed, which afforded me comfort for many years and one
that I shared with my baby Lucy. There was a day when Lucy could jump up into
my bed and sleep with me because it was low enough for her to do it. Then I was
persuaded to raise the bed higher because the bedspread touched the floor and
was getting dirty around the edges. So I put some blocks under it and raised it
up about 8 inches.
Now it happened that my baby Lucy couldn’t jump up into
it because it was too high. So I purchased some doggie steps so Lucy could walk
up them and get into my bed whenever she wanted to. But Lucy never would use
them and this ended the times that she slept with me.
Then came the time when my wife decided that I needed a
new box springs and mattress which I was against because my bed was very
comfortable and I was happy with it. This was just another infringement of my
life that turned out bad. After a time of nagging about my old bed and feeling
sorry for my sick wife not being able to make any decisions pertaining to the
household, I reluctantly agreed to replace my bed, but I would have to pay for
it as my wife didn’t want to spend her money for it.
Anyway, this would give me the opportunity to lower my
bed back down to a level that our new dog Susie could jump up on it with me. It
turned out that even by removing the blocks from under it, it turned out to be
higher than it was before. So high that I could barely touch the floor when I
sat on the side of it making it difficult to take my shoes off and on.
To make matters even worse, my wife bought bed spreads
and sheets that made my bed look like one that a woman would like, but not a
man. To me it had a sissified look.
The very first night I tried to sleep on this new
mattress was miserable. It took me over two hours to fall asleep and my night
was miserable because the mattress was hard, not conforming to my body and kept
me in pain most of the night.By 2;30 in the morning I was forced to give up and
got up.
If I only had my old mattress still at the house, it
would go back on my bed and provide the comfort to me that I’ve had for many
years. My place of comfort and refuge is no more.
