Posturpedic

First, I want to say, I absolutely love my bed. My husband and I decided to invest our stimulus check in a good night's sleep, so we bought a memory foam mattress and the posturepedic bed that has the adjustable head and feet as well as a massage feature for those days that just, well...suck. When your back is aching or your feet are throbbing, there is nothing better than climbing in your posturepedic bed, perhaps elevating your head and feet a little, watching some tv and feeling the vibration move along your back and legs. (I love it so much, I now go to bed at 5:30 when I get off at 5 p.m. I walk in the door, say hello and go put on my jammies.) It is so wonderful, when we were shopping, my son fell asleep on one of the show room mattresses. When we woke him up to leave, he had to wipe the drool off his chin and flip the pillow over!
But of course, that is if you are in the bed alone.
Unfortuantely, my husband suffers with restless leg syndrome. He likes to have his feet elevated at a 90 degree angle. This is a problem when you are sleeping on your side and your feet suddenly are lifted skyward and you are bending in the middle in a direction your body is not intended to bend. Another annoying scenario is when you come home from work at 2 a.m., after spending 16 hours at work. You're tired, frustrated, and your feet hurt. All you've looked forward to for the last five hours has been going home and climbing into the heaven that is your bed.
You get home and BOTH the feet and head are elevated at 90 degree angles. There lying sideways like the stuffing in a taco, is your husband. Sound asleep. Snoring loudly. On the one hand you think, "Poor baby, he must have had a hard time getting to sleep." Then the real side rears its ugly head and you yell, "Are you kidding me??? Where am I supposed to sleep?" Of course the bed now has a remote which is nowhere to be found. It is probably wedged firmly under the buttocks of your snoozing husband. This where authors of horror stories come up with their diabolical plot twists. Horrible means of torture keep coming to mind, many of which involve placing large objects in small orifices, such as shoving a 2 x 4 up the left snoring nostril.
Another question, why is that when women can't sleep, we just lie there and worry about stupid things. When men can't sleep, no one sleeps. Any ideas?