My first unfortunate mis-hap of the summer...

It used to be that the sound that caused the most ill feeling in me was the sound of a loud alarm clock. You know the feeling...the sinking of your heart, the instant headache, the urge to quickly bury your head under something...but as of yesterday, I definitely have a new least favorite sound. A sound that is likely to cause nightmares and tears for the rest of my life. A sound that I would pay a LOT Of money never to have to hear again. And that sound would be...
The sound of a doctor sawing through my Tiffany engagement ring.
The problem is...I broke my finger the night before last. It was a very typical Jackie accident...I was playing with the dog and somehow managed to bend my finger backwards against the couch. I first thought it was just jammed...but when it continued to swell and turn blue into the next day, I determined that an appropriate course of action would be to see a doctor. For almost two hours, the doctor and his nurses attempted to remove the ring from my finger. But when nothing worked and I was beginning to lose feeling, it was decided that the ring needed to be cut off. So as I cried and cried, the doctor CUT MY RING OFF. It was the most terrible sound I have ever heard...it sounded like...well...a very large knife cutting through a platinum engagement ring, that's what it sounded like. And it made me sad.
The good news is, it looks like the ring is fixable. The bad news is...BOY does my finger hurt. And even if my ring is back in one piece in the near future the only thing I'll be wearing on that hand for the next month is...a very lovely brown and silver splint. Ugh.
I would post pictures of my ring pre-Kansas City trip today...but I am sure the sight of it would bring tears to the eyes of most emotional women. So we'll leave the pictures out for now.