general Tuesday

I didn’t go to work today, partly because I was so, so, so tired when my alarm went off this morning, and partly because I am in so, so, so much pain.

The problem is definitely at least partially because of the bed. I slept FINE for six nights on a four-inch firm foam mattress over a box spring at the hotel. I actually quite liked it. One night—one night!—back in my own bed and I could hardly move. This can’t be a coincidence.

I just took a Vicodin, meaning I just took fifty percent of my remaining stock of Vicodin. If that helps you understand how desperate I was. The Aleve and ibuprofen I’d taken a few hours apart a few hours ago didn’t do anything. I gave them time, and they didn’t help enough. So now I’m all high and tingly, which is what Vicodin does.

So CDI owes me a couple grand, and I guess I’ll bill them today and when they pay me I’ll use it to buy a new mattress. I wonder who I can get to go mattress-shopping with me. Lisa never has any time, but I can’t go alone. I’m so afraid of being ripped off or making a really bad decision.

Still seriously considering a Sleep Number bed.