A Naked Finger

The other day I noticed that my engagement ring felt different—two of the prongs holding the stone in place felt just a hair's-breadth higher than usual. So I went to the jeweler and he said that the prongs were worn out and should be replaced. (Really? After only 18 years of 24/7 wear?) I can understand that, and even the $80 charge wasn't entirely unreasonable when you think of what needs to be done (i.e., replace just the prongs without disturbing the setting). The trouble is, it's going to take a week! Argh! I've already spent most of today going in and out of panic attacks every time I notice the ring isn't there. I keep doing this nervous twitchy thing where I flick my ring finger with my thumb. I can't even begin to describe how much this disturbs my wah—way worse than forgetting to put on my watch.

Comments

[Lora]

I understand. I think that by day three you should grow more accustomed to the situation, but I can't believe it's going to take so long.

[Margaret]

You should feel fortunate. Mine just felt a bit scratchy, then before I knew it, I had lost the diamond in Portland while at a gymnastics meet. It cost a lot more than $80, that's for sure!

[jo]

That has been one of the toughest aspects of school. You can't wear any rings when you cook so I have had to leave them at home. You don't realize how much time your thumb spends absent mindedly flicking by your ring finger...just to check...until you aren't wearing them.