SLEEPING ON A SLIDE

By Marion Kelley Bullock

“You have acid reflux,” the doctor said.

Okay, I can live with that. I’m adaptable. I can swallow the little Nexium tablets. I can be careful to eat the right foods (when I find out what they are) and leave off those that might cause problems. I don’t live to eat, after all. I eat to live.

“You need to raise the head of your bed up 4 to 6 inches,” he continued. “Preferably 6.”

Sounds extreme, but hey, it’s an adventure. We can do this!

My husband sawed 2 X 4s to the appropriate length and stacked them one atop the other, 6 inches tall.

The bed looked comic, as if it had taken on a life of its own, like it was in charge of the situation. But we were determined not to let it buffalo us.

Bedtime came and we settled down, me on my side and John on his.

“Feels odd,” he said. “But I guess we can get used to it.”

“Sure. It’s not so bad.”

He had sawed the boards but we couldn’t to save our lives saw any logs. We were too busy holding onto the headboard. Each time I turned loose, I slid down a couple more inches.

Still, I felt sure it was only a matter of time before we got the hang of it. After all, the cat seemed to be staying in the same place in the bed’s center. No slipping for her. A closer look, though, revealed her claws fastened firmly in the sheet. I felt a momentary flash of envy of this small creature that could perch in a tree or on a steep incline.

By that time, I’d slipped down 6 more inches. I’m just 5 feet tall, but John is 6 feet. It wouldn’t take him long to hit the foot of the bed at this rate. I figured that even if we did go to sleep, we’d end up crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed by morning. And how was that supposed to help my reflux?

“I’m sliding off the bed,” I said finally.

“Me, too,” he admitted.

It didn’t take us long after that to move into the guest room. We’d wait until tomorrow to lower the bed.

The next day, John took out one of the 2 X 4s and we settled on 4 inches. It still feels odd. But it’s manageable.

What if we hadn’t even tried to raise the head of our bed as high as the doctor suggested? We’d never know if it would work or not.

It’s the same way with all our struggles. We must reach for the highest in our efforts if we hope to achieve all that God has for us in life.