A good office chair is hard to find

Office chairs hurt my back.  I don’t sit up straight enough.  I fractured L1.  C4 and 5 are fused with a bone.  There should be a chair to fit that.  When I was younger, before the L1 incident, office chairs were OK.   We bought them cheap; eventually the pneumatics wore out and they went on the curb, and went free to a new home.

I tackled the next to last chair very seriously.  I sat in every chair in two stores and purchased a compact fake brown naugahyde number.  Back at home Tom put it together.  I pushed it to the desk and sat down.  Still comfy, but too short.  Soon I had a neck ache from looking up to the monitor.  The chair couldn’t go up, the monitor couldn’t come down.  I added a cushion, solving the height problem, and negating comfy.

Toby the kitten arrived.  A friendly and nosey little guy.  In the beginning he climbed the chair to get on the back.  Eventually he made it in a single bound, plus a few more claw holes.

Ten pounds of cat leaning on my neck, together with an aching back from the uncomfortable seat, and the compact fake brown naugahyde chair had to go.  It went to Good Will on my way to an office supply store.  This time I took a tape measure, and my primary criteria was a chair that could adjust to twenty inches.  I sat in every chair in two stores and was on the way to a third when I passed an isolated chair, showcased with blaring signage announcing its office chair worthyness.

The salesguy had totally overlooked this chair. Completely.  That was some bad marketing and floor arrangement, in my estimation.  I sat down.  Bliss.   I measured.  Perfect.  I looked at the marketing hype on the surround cardboard pillars.  Tempur-Pedic©.  I won’t mention the price.  And, Tempur-Pedic© has never heard of me.

This chair has seven knobs or levers that adjust everything.  It also makes me sit up straight.  And, the cat that sleeps on top cannot lean on my back.