Like Riding a Bicycle

When we were married, Aloma announced, “I sleep on the right side of the bed.”  Okay.  No problem.  It didn’t matter to me.

For the next 40 years, whether we were home or away, Aloma slept on the right side.  Before her hip surgery, we talked about switching sides.  The bathroom was near the left side so she wouldn’t have to walk around bed to get to it.  So a week before her surgery, we switched sides,  and had a terrible time sleeping.  You wouldn’t think the side of the bed would make a difference, but it did, for both of us.  The first night I got up in the middle of the night to go the bathroom.  I came out and started to get in my normal side of the bed.  I startled Aloma and she asked what I was doing.  I tried to cover up by saying, “I’m just pulling your spread up.”  She didn’t buy it.

By the fourth night, we adjusted and were sleeping normally.

Seven weeks after her surgery she announced she wanted to go back to her side.

We were both prepared for another few nights of tossing and turning before we got used to being back on our normal side.  Not so.  We slept great the first night.

Changing back to your normal side of the bed is like riding a bicycle.  Once you learn, you never forget.

Seasoned Man

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