Being married is dangerous. It really is!
As promised yesterday, here's that particular story. Those of you who've been reading this for a while may remember when I had a rather gruesome bike accident nine years ago. Aside from losing a tooth and a whole bunch of skin, among other things, I also lost my wedding ring, which had to be cut off when my bashed-up ring finger started to swell to extremes. A year later, once my finger totally healed, Loraine bought me a new wedding ring, which I love. It looks like something from a futuristic space station, and it's made out of titanium, which is supposedly indestructible. In fact, I had rarely thought about that aspect of it since getting it in 2014.
Well, after something that happened last week, I can say one thing for certain—my wedding ring IS indestructible.
How do I know? Well, I was in one of the studios at work when I realized I needed to be in another studio in a few seconds to say something on the air. I ran out of the room, and somehow—I still don't know how—my wedding ring got caught on a door jam that was sticking out a little bit. My wedding ring did what it was supposed to do. It held its place. Unfortunately, it did its job so well that the door jam got pulled out of the door frame a little, and thing that was holding my wedding ring—my finger—ended up missing a little skin.
There's your proof that marriage is dangerous.
I don't know how I did what I did; I'm thinking it's just a gift that I was given at birth. But while running out of the studio my ring somehow got caught on that door jam and started to wrench my finger off. Luckily, I was able to realize what was going on and stop fairly quickly, but not before the door jam started to give way and certainly not before the ring started to dig into my finger. I'm thankful it didn't do more damage than it did; after all, it took me almost a year for that finger to return to normal after my bike accident, and I really don't want to start doing little finger exercises all over again.
Sometimes, I amaze even myself. And usually not in a good way.
Of course, if nothing else, the whole incident proves that Loraine picked out the right ring to get me. She wanted to make sure that if I had some kind of weird accident (Me? Weird accident? No.....) the ring would survive unscathed. And while I can't say the same for the door jam, my ring did just that—survived unscathed.
Hopefully, something like this won't happen again. But it still leaves me shaking my head, wondering just when marriage did indeed become so dangerous.
8-)
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