You’d think this wouldn’t happen. For one thing, you’d think I wouldn’t have time since I get up every 90 minutes for a trip to the bathroom. But it did: I rolled out of bed while sleeping this morning (again). That’s the third time in six months. You’d think I was sleeping in a hammock or something! It’s not that the bed is too small, it’s that Dawg insists on sleeping on 90% of it. If I try to take half, he stretches out his legs and pushes me away. Back to the edge of the bed.
I tried using pillows on each side of me, forcing me to sleep in the middle of the bed, but Dawg re-arranges the pillows until they’re on the floor. By that point I’m back on the edge of the bed again.
Each time I fall it takes me several days to recover from the banging around. My last fall was only a couple of weeks ago, but that was from tripping while standing, rather than from rolling while sleeping. Like that makes a huge difference.
At least after last time I moved the trash basket so my shoulder didn’t get bruised from landing in it this time, but I somehow managed to catch my shin on a plastic box I had sitting off to one side. Scraped all the skin off for several inches. You know, if I could, I’d fire me for doing such a bad job of taking care of myself.
Anyway I decided it was time to have a bed rail installed so that I could sleep more safely. I ordered it immediately before I could forget about it. The rail should arrive in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, I won’t injure myself on it through some other freak accident. Don’t laugh — if it can be done, I’m sure I can find a way!