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The old mattress pad on my bed finally give up the ghost when the foam it was made of ripped when I attempted to straighten it as I changed the sheets. I bought an expensive new one made of memory foam. I had a choice of two thicknesses. One was maybe two and a half inches (6.35 cm), which I bought, and four inches (10.16 cm), which I probably should hae bought.
Previous to my buying this mattress topper I had bought a pillow made of memory foam, and I was really impressed how it lived up to it's hype. That's why I bought the mattress pad of memory foam. After I had used it a few delightful nights I realized that the mattress pad raised the height of my mattress overall, and it compromised the changes I induced six months ago, I gotta change that for reasons I finally understand better.
The changes I made half a year ago were very primitive. If I lived with a woman they might not have been possible without spending a lotta money. The problem I remedied (my plan worked) was that the covers on my bed weighted too heavily on my toes, and they only got relief when I slept on my side or belly.
At the foot of my used bed (my oldest daughter's former in-laws bed that was replaced by a new bed their children bought them [such will never happen to me]), I cut a 3/4" piece of chip-wood board that set across the sideboards and it was designed to raise the covers of the bed higher than my toes when laying on my back.
Doing that meant that I had to put the covers at the foot of the bed over the top of the chip-wood board, and that meant I had to have a way to keep those covers in place without them falling down around my feet. This is the part where my project really looks crappy.
To keep the covers atop the chipboard I cut a two by four to the width of the bed and clamped the covers to the chip-wood with the two by four with wood clamps. It works, but I gotta come up with a better design. The wood clamps stick out about a foot or more and are easy to run into or get poked with.
The problem the new mattress pad introduced was that it caused my toes to be two and a half inches higher. The primary solution I have for this is to raise the chip-wood board the same amount, and then bolt it to the bedstead with wood screws. That will take care of the height of the covers above my toes and feet, but it doesn't get rid of the wood clamps that keep the two by four tight against the covers to hold them in place.
There is a better way to do this, but I'd have to buy longer bed covers. all that's needed is a sturdy piece of aluminum that would fit in between the mattress and innersprings with a 90 degree turn upward high enough to lift the bed covers up in the same manner my jury-rigged dealio does.
There is a huge reason for this. I didn't actually understand until I woke up early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I may not have psoriasis at all on my feet. The sores on my toes, especially on my second toe next to my big toe, might simply be fabric burns instead of psoriasis. Like the rug burns obtained by having sex on the floor. Literally that.
My second toes are longer than my big toes. On top, they stick up higher than the top of my big toes. When I toss and turn at night they get rubbed by the bed covers. Different fabric. Same result. I sorta realized I hadn't allowed for this buying shoes. So, instead of buying size 12 shoes, I bought size 13.
I went through all this early this morning in a semi-dream state to realize consciously for the first time why the sores on the top of my second and big toes did not react all bubbly to the hydrogen peroxide, and did to the prescription medicine Silverdene. The Silverdene is used mostly for burns.
The outlook for my general health might be a little better now. I got the flu shot yesterday. The silver colloids I'm using internally and externally seems to be doing some good also. The sores I had on my hands are all about dried up and seem to be disappearing altogether. I'm pretty sure I still haven't achieved immortality. I'm still gonna get sick of something and quite definitely croak eventually.
Yesterday seem to be a day for finding even more examples of how stress causes a lot of illnesses. A TV program about how the stress new mothers go through is probably the worst stress they will experience for the rest of their lives. Men get bald because of stress. I'm not sure I really know how I can consciously detect the stress my body is experiencing, but I'm figuring I damned sure better find out... and take steps!
The withdrawal of the redness and sores on my hands in approximately two days seems a little miraculous, but not all that unusual. All I've ever wanted or prayed/preyed for is understanding, and if and when it arrives; shit happens, and thangs change. '-)
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
