Though seemingly unrelated, these all come together in the end.
Our landlord furnished the house with a new mattress when we arrived. This was great, except for it being poor quality. Only six months in, we were waking up with springs jabbing into us. To save money, we purchased a mattress topper (rather than a new mattress); it’s just two or three inches of pure foam that lies on top of the mattress.
We purchased our bed frame over a year ago, and ordered it very tall. We don’t have any closets or storage of any kind in our house, so we raised mattress high enough to put our luggage, Christmas tree, sleeping bags, and much more underneath our bed frame.
This was a great idea, except our bed is quite monstrously off the ground. The top of our mattress hits me above the hip.
When we left the jungle a couple weeks ago, we left our backpacking bag with Yim, full of things we wouldn’t need in Bangkok and Chiang Mai. This was primarily “jungle clothes,” sleeping bags, and flashlights.
She returned this bag to us when she got back on Thursday night, about an hour before thirty Partners’ staff members from Chiang Mai & Mae Sot arrived to our house for dinner.
I promptly placed the bag on the far side of the bed and out of view of guests, planning to unload it later.
Two days later, the bag remained beside the bed, partially unpacked when we needed things, so simply now a bigger mess with an external metal frame poking you in unexpected places.
I got in a motorbike accident on Tuesday, leaving a patch on my left arm raw. It was reopened yesterday when I made the mistake of putting on a sweater, which adhered to my new scab. Stephen also accidentally hit it a few times, resulting in a few shrieks.
As we went to bed, he suggested he sleep on my right side, so that there is less of a chance of him hitting my left arm during the night.
It was here that I went to climb over the backpacking bag and jump onto the bed on Stephen’s side. What I didn’t realize is that the mattress topper was off-center, and what looked like mattress was really just a few inches of foam hanging over the edge. I started to slip off and expressed something of, “Whoa! I almost fell off the bed.”
I then climbed on at the end (to continue avoiding the bag mess) and laid down. As I asked Stephen what time he wanted to get up, I rolled over to reach the cell phone charger on the floor.
Unfortunately, the mattress topper was still off center. There was a good four inches of appeared mattress, with nothing to truly hold you. I proceeded to roll right off the bed, three feet down, injured arm and all, onto the external-framed-metal bag.
And then we laughed for a very long time!