Being an old woman is tough on my aching muscles. My osteoporosis causes hellish pain in my bones. By the end of the day I need a comfy spot to rest my aging body with a nice mug of hot cocoa.
This Rocking Bed is like a rocking chair except I can lay down, sort of like the cradle my mother put me in 67 years ago as an infant. Sometimes I miss my mother’s bosom, I must admit. Sometimes I miss being young. But it’s not so bad. My rocking bed keeps my hips at a comfort level I can stand. It’s like a hammock without all of that clumsy balancing.
