A few days ago, a week earlier than IKEA had lead me to believe it would happen, several long boxes and what looked like an over-sized California roll were delivered to the apartment. My roommate cavorted, and I would have if it were possible. :)
Once again we would each have a sanctuary, as well as a place to sit and enjoy tea together. And I would get blessed sleep. Apparently my already spotty memory becomes hilarious when I'm sleep-deprived, and I lose my careful grip on my enunciation.
We got to work immediately.
He can be cute when he wants.
A good night's sleep. :)
It's an interesting thing for two disabled women to put a bed together, but we're stubborn, and the need was clear. Oh, there were some rather naughty words said in the process, and very fun times had with mallets (yay mallets!), but it all came together.
Thor had nothing on us.
The hauling of the mattress was a bit of an epic moment (as in, "damn is this thing heavy!"), but we got it up and removed the plastic and Velcro and laid it out. It was quite flat. We knew to expect it, but still... happily, as advertised, in the past few days it's fluffed up exponentially and is very comfy for me. My roommate thinks I'm crazier than she did before (firm mattresses aren't her thing), but it feels wonderful on my back. There is plenty of squish before you hit the firm. And there is no chance that His Highness will pop it. :)
So I wanted to show everyone how much that you'd helped me. You can't see the absolutely lovely down comforter and duvet (that came packed with my favorite lavender!) that I'm giving a new life to, but as soon as it gets colder, that's going to top of my quilts. I was also able to get a hypo-allergenic mattress pad, and an on-sale lamp that makes my room look bright and happy. I also need to thank a real-life friend, who gave me an advance on a commission that made it possible to get this bed in particular. My roommate even asked her parents for the loan of a microfiber pillow that had been relegated to a closet (no one there liked it), but it's working well for me.
And of course I have to thank all the local (and not local) members of DKos who have given me rides, stored my things, picked up my meds, gave me a places to stay, took me to DHHS, sent lovely care packages, helped with the vet, and generally looked out for me when I was homeless. Seriously, I do not know what would have happened to me without this community.
Thank you for saving me. I wish that I had a family to do it, or that I could still do 'normal' work. But thank you from the bottom of my heart.