Sleep Talking

My husband suffers from acid reflux.  He has tried countless things from all natural remedies, to prescription drugs and diets.  You name it; he’s tried it.  Except for surgery that is.  He is wanting to avoid surgery if at all possible.  For years our bed was elevated with bricks so that he could sleep at an angle.  Finally, his doctor wrote him a prescription for an adjustable bed.  I jumped for joy.  That means we finally got a new bed and mattress, and we could write it off on our taxes.  I told you how old our former mattress was here. 

After weeks of trying every mattress and bed in every local mattress store, my husband finally found the best deal online.  So now we have a king size bed made from two twins put together.  It’s so huge that it’s hard to find him at night.  I never wanted such a huge bed for that reason, but if it helps him sleep at night then I’m happy to “suffer.”  🙂 

He sleeps elevated, and I sleep like a normal human, but at least we’re in the same room!  Every once in a while the beds will go a little wonky.  He’ll use his remote to try to adjust his bed and mine will go hay wire, not exactly fun in the middle of the night! 

The other night I woke up with a start.  Jason was yelling, “Esther, help me!  Help me, Esther!”

“What? What’s the matter?”

“My bed is moving.  My bed is moving!” 

I laughed so hard.  Indeed it was.  It was going from his elevated position to flat.  I didn’t get why the hysterical cry for my help exactly, but oh well.  I mean, what was I going to do? 

The next morning I asked him about his bed.  “Yeah it was really weird.  I woke up and I was lying flat.”  He had no memory whatsoever of yelling at me that night, but I rolled on the floor laughing when he added.  “Somehow the remote got in bed with me.” 

More from our middle of the night communications in Sweet Nothings.  Oh and if you missed what he did in the middle of the night on our wedding night, read about it in Bloopers from our Wedding.