fit for a Princess
Last night I slept in my own bed for the first time in almost two months. First, I was in the hospital for several weeks. Then, when I came home, I had one long incision that ran down my back and around my side, as well as numerous small incisions. These made sleeping difficult. So I wound up making various sleeping nests all over the house, the way an old dog does.
The first few nights, I slept in my living room recliner. That felt just silly. Then I moved to the downstairs sofa bed, which has a relatively soft mattress. I raised the head by putting pillows beneath the mattress, which mimicked the hospital bed. Over time, I replaced the pillows with smaller ones.
After a week or so, I wanted to be back upstairs, since I have an irrational belief that sleeping should take place on the second floor of a two-story house. But my own bed was very firm--how come I never noticed how firm it was before?--so I moved into the guest room. Once again, I arranged pillows and wedges for comfort, but I wanted to be where my clothes were.
Finally, I was less sore, I could actually roll over, and I was ready for my own bed. I stuck pillows under the mattress to raise the head a bit; I placed a feather bed on top of the mattress to soften it a bit; I arranged lots of down pillows so I could grab them and prop arms or legs; and I got out the flannel (flannel sheets and flannel comforter cover) and the extra down throw, just in case my feet got cold. I slept like a baby, and when I awoke, I looked at my bed and realized that it would have been a fit resting place for the Princess in the Princess and the Pea story.