I’m having a harder and harder time getting excited about stories these days. Not because I don’t love stories, but because I do love them—and because it’s ever-increasingly difficult to find truly great ones that employ all the secrets of good storytelling. By “great stories,” I mean stories that are put together with intelligence, understanding, passion,…
During the summer I spent two months in Taipei in a fairly decent hostel where the rooms were called cabins but were more like donkey stalls. (See photo – it’s not as prison-like as it looks).
My bed resembled a longer-and-wider-than-usual bus seat. After unpacking I lay down and my spine immediately began to “flatten out”. Heaven! For two months my spine didn’t hurt one bit. (I have lordosis).
It’s not very comfortable sleeping on one of these night after night but I suppose you could always buy a sleeping bag/mattress to cushion your back.
But I really miss the bus seat.
My cabin, aka a donkey stall, in Taipei
When I returned home I had a memory foam mattress and within two weeks my spine began to hurt. I now have an old mattress but one that is better than the memory foam one. I think. But my spine has lost the alignment it had gained in Taipei and feels uncomfortable.
If it’s affordable, have a bus seat by the side of your desk. It might be more relaxing and better for you than an armchair or sofa.