I had slept on the same mattress for years, and was quite happy with it. But I ended up with a new bed, through a series of events. It all started when we helped my mom move into an Assisted Living apartment. She needed a new bed, and along with many other purchases, my husband and I bought all the things she needed, on a very strict schedule. We both tried out the new mattress (which basically consisted of sitting on the bed, and a quick moment of stretching out.) It felt fine then, and we purchased it.
However, it did not turn out to be right for my mom. The frame was too high, which made the bed too difficult for my mom to get in and out of. Since she had recently broken a foot, a leg, and a hip, one thing she did not need was another fall! An unsafe bed was not an option. My old bed was much closer to the ground, and I decided to let her have it, knowing that she would be much safer, and almost all the beds we looked at were rather high off the ground. They seem to be making them that way these days. So we switched out the bed, and she was happier with my bed, and I thought I would be happy with hers. But that was not the case.
First of all, the bed was too hard, and I like firm mattresses. But not that firm. After a few nights, I had more than a few aches and pains. It was as hard as a rock!!! If that wasn't bad enough, one night I actually fell off the bed (which I have never done) and it was very high--which meant that I had quite a distance to fall. (It was not a pretty sight, but I didn't break anything, thank the Lord.) Just added a few colorful brusies to my tired body.
What else could happen? Well, one night I sat on the edge of the bed, and heard the springs kind of pop. I tried again, and every time I moved a certain way, the springs made creaking sounds. I was not a happy camper. I guess you get what you pay for, and this bed was not expensive, but it felt fine in the store. But who can tell by a 5 minute try in a store?
I guess we should have returned it, while it was under warranty, but we were so tired of fooling with the darn thing, and moving it twice already, that I guess we were too exhausted to care. My husband says that when I find one I like, I can purchase another one. (I'm just grateful that my mom did not have to continue to suffer with this bed, including the hardness, the creaking springs, and the high-wire height.) My old bed was left behind, when my brother unexpectedly moved her out of the Assisted Living, but it had seen its best days anyway! After a couple of weeks, my body did get used to the firmness of the mattress, and I'm getting used to the height of the bed, and haven't fallen off again. However, I continue to be frustrated with the noisy springs, and hope one won't come poking through one dark night. This bed is what dreams are made of--but not sweet dreams--nightmares!!!!