Before we left for the trip back home on Monday, we visited my mum in Rowatt’s – the furniture shop she works in. This is a regular thing, actually – we’ve picked up all sorts of odds and ends from the shop before we’ve headed back in the past, from bedside tables, to a mattress for the spare room.
On this occasion we each took a new pillow, with Fliss opting for a fancy memory foam one, and me taking an orthopaedic style to see if it would help me sleep and breathe at the same time.
Soon after we’d got home that night we introduced the new pillows to our bed and I was quite looking forward to mine bringing instant teleportation to the Land of Nod.
Instead it brought neck ache, and lots of it. I woke up feeling like I’d rolled over a couple of times and left my head behind. Figuring that this was due to me not being used to such a cutting edge pillow, I hoped that the following nights would bring some improvement.
So far that’s not the case. My neck still aches and I’m just not sleeping well at all. Part of that was due to Elisha screaming her head off in the middle of the night for no apparent reason last night, I’ll concede, but the new techno pillow isn’t exactly helping, either.
Maybe it’s all the years of sleeping in a non–ideal position that are now being undone by the techno pillow?
Or perhaps the new pillow is, in fact, crap, and I’ve thrown away the best part of thirty quid on a torture device, while Fliss is snoozing it up on her utopian memory foam pillow.
This is just like when we get take away food delivered, you know. I take time and care over ordering something I’ll like, and when it arrives the meal that Fliss ordered is always much better than mine.
Still, I’m going to give it another few days before I give up on it. Probably until I’m hallucinating with tiredness, but before I have a permanent crick in my neck.
