Sunday, June 23, 2013
I have been awake for a while now. I awoke abruptly, got up to use the little girl's room and get a refreshing drink (or gulp) of water. One of the first things I noticed is how I feel that somehow in my sleep, I sustained a massive neck injury. It was only when I laid back down that I realized it: I bought another piece of crap pillow.
I became hotly angry lying there on my flat as a pancake pillow. The advertisement on the outside claimed great and magical things about this pillow, and I assumed that by this, the steep price I paid, and the wonderfully sewn covering on the outside, this was meant to be the pillow that would change my life. Oh, and it's a reputable name brand too...although I'm too tired to recall it here.
So, what does one do after so many pillow failings? I remember going to a specialty store a couple of years ago and spending a sickening amount of money on TWO pillows that lasted barely over a month until they flattened into some warped, lumpy ridiculousness. I have spent hundreds of dollars to essentially watch pillows deflate before my eyes. I am limited too with my ten thousand allergies, so I can't just run out and get any old pillow. I mainly have to stick to the cotton filled ones as I am allergic to down/feather, latex, and wool. I found out the hard way when I was on vacation in Florida and wound up waking up looking like Yoda the next morning due to the hotel's fancy pillow fillings. I had to go to the ER for severe swelling in my face that ultimately made its way to my temples. Needless to say, I have to be careful.
So, here I sit, awake, less than two months after buying another failed pillow. I'm sitting in front of the computer stretching my neck and shoulders while I write about the pillow which has stolen my sleep. Maybe I should get a second job to support my everlasting need to replace crappy pillows.