Well, it has happened. I was forced to do it because my disease got too much for me. After I cried as my Mom was, “yanking“ me out of bed. So then, my Parents stepped in and bought me a bed.
it was delivered on April 15 (Good Friday):
But I learned that first night that the bed was too low for my Mom to get me out of it and into my power chair. We figured out that I needed one more lift at the bottom of my bed. I just had two levels which was the most comfortable sleep ever but not sustainable because my Mom is my caregiver and it’s only us to get me out of bed. We called to get them to send people out to add the lifts because we didn’t want to mess with our warranty.
Two guys stopped by just as we were going to a doctor appointment for me so they started my ‘Four-fer.’ I slept in my bed for four days with two lifts and then I have been sleeping in it since then with three lifts:
This picture is seriously, #DormLife because you can see the window air conditioner in the picture! Hey, I’m on a fixed income and I have to live within my means!
Now, it’s a different sleep on three lifts then with two. If sleeping with two is a 10, I would say that sleeping with three is an eight. Still acceptable and better than average but not as good so if anyone knows of a young man willing to wake me up and lift me out of my bed every day at about noon, we can talk!