When You Have to Sleep in a Collapsed Sleep Number Bed

collapsed sleep number bed

Gotta admit, the only creatures happy about a collapsed Sleep Number bed are the cats. It’s one of the horrors you hope never happens to you. Absolutely, you dread the day you could ever imagine it happening. And then one day the doctor says you have a lump in your breast . . . and that was sooo last month. I am fairly calm and collected about it. Not like I envisioned. No big deal. But what is a huge f-ing deal is when you have to sleep on a collapsed Sleep Number bed.

Have you ever thought about this? Hey, never thought our bed would deflate. Leaving us bed-less, basically. I mean to say to my younger self, what did you think when you bought a mattress that was filled with air? That it would always work? Ha, you would not think that if you listened to the hokey noises the pump makes. Like something out of 1960. Unlike a waterbed, it is not likely to spring a leak. But at least back in the days of leaky waterbeds, you could patch them.

It happened because the evening before the 4th of July, I thought it was time to check the amount of the air in my side of the bed. Probably had not fussed with the controls for a year or more. Well, that was my first mistake. Lesson learned, if something is working well, don’t mess with it. If you mess with it, you might have to sleep on a collapsed Sleep Number bed.

But no, I fussed with it. Turned it all the way up to 100 so I could slowly decrease the air to determine my ultimate comfort level. Except it did not zoom up to 100. It simply began to deflate and did not stop.

Enter my husband who picked up his remote to find it rattled. New batteries. Hmmm, he should not have fussed with it. But now his side of the bed collapsed as well.

Following the directions in the manual for our Sleep Number bed, we determined it was the pump that was the defective part. Called Sleep Number. No, we could not buy a pump in Sacramento. It had to be shipped to us from Minneapolis, two to three-day delivery.

Well, at least the cats like the collapsed Sleep Number Bed.

Elizabeth Weintraub

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