So in following with my most recent post, I have discovered yet another thing I might possibly spend a good chunk of my paycheck on. Last night, I just couldn’t sleep. The past week or so my lower back has been painfully sore and I’ve needed to pop it at every possible chance. So I was in bed last night and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It seemed like the center of my bed had fallen into a sinkhole of some kind. It seemed to be bowing down just in the center ever so slightly so I did what any rational person would do. I threw my mattress off the bed and across the room. A few things most likely broke during its cushiony flight before it came to rest against my computer desk. With the heaviest thing out of the way, I flipped up the box spring to discover something quite interesting. Many of the planks of wood that form up the box spring had either been on the verge or breaking or just straight snapped. It was a war zone, fragments of wood were everywhere. If a person fell into the box spring they wouldn't make it out with fewer than 27 splinters. I’m not quite sure how this level of destruction had taken place. What really kind of boggled my mind was how it still maintained it basic boxy frame with so much of its foundation broken.
By this point in the night, I was dead tired, and I didn’t want to deal with it. I decided to handle my situation later so I just picked up the box spring and threw it against a different wall. It was then when I noticed that it was not only the box spring that was broken, but also the metal frame it sat upon. Metal was twisted upon metal with the little connector pieces had apparently snapped off and disappeared from all existence. Again, I was baffled as to how this structure had supported both box spring and mattress. I think I’ve come to the conclusion that the laws of physics do not apply in my bedroom. Anyways, with all of the broken pieces of my nest thrown aside, I dragged (I was tired, damn you all) the mattress back to where its missing comrades had once been stationed.
With the mattress securely stored on the floor of my bedroom, I grabbed my sheets and pillows, and basically fell over on top of them. It didn’t take me long to notice just how much my bed had been caving into the wormhole that was created from a broken box spring and frame. Now, I like sleep as much as anyone else and it’s truly amazing to think of what level of comfort (or well, lack of comfort) I tolerated to get in those daily required hours of shut eye. I woke up this morning actually feeling refreshed. It was weird; I didn’t WANT to get up out of bed. My back, it didn’t hurt. Well, okay, it still hurt, but I didn’t crawl out of bed like an 80-year old man in need of hip and knee replacement.
This whole debacle with the bed prompted what is yet another internal debate with yours truly. Do I buy a new box spring and frame for my bed, or should I continue life three feet shorter? And more importantly, how the hell much would it cost me for a GOOD replacement of those two items? I mean, are they really all that necessary? I guess the one thing that’s left for me to wonder about after alls said and done is: How the hell did I break my box spring that bad?
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