That’s
because it weighs about 900 pounds.
For
years, when it came to buying mattresses, I gravitated toward the cheapest ones
I could find. I remember one mattress and box-spring set I looked at that was
only $199 because, according to the sales clerk, they were mismatched. I kind
of suspected as much when I noticed that the mattress was yellow with brown
flowers and the box spring was blue with white stripes. But that didn’t bother
me. I figured the sheets would hide the differences anyway.
Still,
I wasn’t certain I was being told the entire truth about why the price was so
cheap.
"You
didn't just slap some new coverings over a bunch of old, used mattresses and
box springs so you could hide the bedbugs, did you?" I asked the sales
clerk.
He
laughed. "I assure you, everything is brand new."
So
I continued to buy the cheap sets…which ended up lasting all of six months
before the springs started to pop up like jack-in-the-box clowns and
sadistically jabbed my husband and me in some very sensitive places.
And
then there were the aforementioned sinkholes.
Because my husband was over twice my size, his side of the bed always
sank pretty quickly. So I’d spend my
nights clinging by my fingertips to the edge of the mattress, so I wouldn’t
roll downhill into his gully.
I
can remember one night, after my husband’s knee surgery, when he couldn’t bend
his legs to sit on the edge of the bed, so he flopped backwards, from a
standing position, onto the mattress.
The wooden slats underneath the box spring made a noise that sounded
like lightning striking a tree. The next thing I knew, he and the mattress were
on the floor.
So
six years ago, I finally decided to splurge on a good mattress and box spring,
something that might last a little longer than baseball season. No more cheap
fabric that would tear if my pajama buttons rubbed against it. No more metal
springs wedging my ribs apart and flattening my liver. No more unfamiliar
brands with names like, “Snores Galore.”
No,
this time, I wanted nothing less than a famous-name, high quality mattress.
At
the very first store I browsed in, I actually found the perfect mattress. It was thick and solid and had a built-in
puffy top, kind of like a giant pillow.
Even better, it was on sale for half-price.
At
the clerk's insistence, I stretched out on it.
It had been so long since I'd slept on anything that didn't resemble a
ski slope or a topographical map of the Himalayas, I'd forgotten what a level
mattress felt like. It was
heavenly. I actually could feel my back
muscles writing me a thank-you note.
"And
watch this!" the clerk said. He sat down hard on the other side of the bed
and then bounced a few times. "Feel anything?"
I
didn't feel a thing. My side of the bed never moved, not even a smidgeon. I was sold.
"I'll
take it!" I practically shouted at the guy.
"Great!"
he said. "Will you be taking it with you today? If not, you have 48 hours to pick it up."
I
just stared at him. "You don't deliver?"
He
shook his head. "Not on discounted items. They are strictly cash and
carry."
Nice
of him to conveniently forget to mention that fact until after he'd made me
fall in love with the darned mattress, I thought bitterly. I could just picture
myself lugging it on my back out to the car and then hoisting it up onto the roof
and strapping it down.
"Well,
I guess I won't take it, then," I said, sighing.
The
guy obviously couldn't have cared less.
Before I could say another word, he'd already rushed off to assist
another customer…someone who probably owned an 18-wheeler.
I
finally ended up spending nearly $2,000 on a famous-brand memory-foam
mattress. It didn’t have springs or
even need a box spring. It was just a thick slab of foam…that weighed about as
much as a cruise ship. I also bought a
bed frame with a solid platform on it, to support the new mattress.
Believe
me, getting used to a mattress that had no bounce at all wasn’t easy. The foam,
which was made to contour and conform to the exact shape of the sleeper’s body,
kind of felt like wet cement when I stretched out on it. For the first few
seconds, my body sank into it, then stopped when the foam finally contoured to
it. I feared that if my 100-lb. dog
ever jumped on me while I was lying in bed, I’d sink out of sight, kind of like
in quicksand, and be smothered to death.
But
as time passed, I learned to love the mattress, especially since it contained
nothing that could squeak or poke me when I moved. The only problem was, it was
too heavy for me to flip over. In fact,
just trying to lift the edges of it whenever I changed the sheets was enough to
herniate some essential body part. I’m pretty sure if I ever do decide to try
to flip it, I’ll have to call at least five or six other people, preferably
weightlifters, to help me.
But
considering the price I paid for it, I intend to keep this mattress for at
least the next 30 years. I mean, I could have bought about 10 of my usual
mattress sets for that amount of money. On the plus side, however, this
mattress will prevent me from gaining weight. That’s because I’m afraid if I
get any heavier, I’ll sink so far down into the foam, it will completely
swallow me.
So
if I ever go missing…check my mattress.
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