I bought a new over-bed table this week, replacing my great-grandmother’s (really) with one that was a little more sturdy. And it is. I fell backward last night because my left leg was jumping so I was sitting up in bed. My head glanced off the new table and it hardy moved. Nothing fell off.
I needed something more sturdy because I was going crazy with my sleep machine not turning on automatically, as it is supposed to.
It does turn on sometimes, but not with the mask I like.
It was a new hell to breathe deeply into the mask, hoping it would start.
Now, the machine is on my table, so I can turn it on.
My head’s OK, too.
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