It’s seen four moves.
It’s been where we brought three babies home to sleep.
It’s where we dreamed of healthier days without colds and sniffles, then without cancer and strokes.
The bed has seen MUCH better days. We always said we’d buy a new one, but other thing got in the way.
It pokes us now. When my crippled body sits on it there are broken spots. It sucks because if only half your body works you want that half to be able to rest. It’s a must.
It really sucks when you have to decide between therapy for your body, and the bed that will serve as the foundation.
Did I mention the dryer needs replaced?