The young chickens have taken to making a racket at about 7 in the morning. Each day one of us gets up, looks out of the window, can't see anything, goes downstairs, unlocks the back door, pads down to the Run, and checks that everything is OK. (It is. however, the dog a few doors down is usually barking, so we think we are having a foxy visitor each morning).
Yesterday it was my turn. barefoot, I managed to slip on the carpeted stairs. Worse, somehow I managed to get my ring caught on a balustrade. The weight of the rest of me was pulling on my finger, and I was unable to move myself to use my feet to stop.
I thought about calling for DH, but I realised that was pointless. By the time he'd woken up enough to realise there was a problem, had got up, and got to me, and freed me, my finger would be broken. Or the balustrade. Or both. My shoulder was hurting from being pulled in two directions, and I tried in vain to get one foot up somewhere to give me leverage. I did it in the end.
The chickens were OK. When I got back in, I inspected my finger and realised that I needed to take action to get my rings off, before they had to be cut off. I put my hand under the cold tap and soaped. My engagement ring came off, but my wedding ring was stuck.
I remembered something about dental floss and removing rings. I googled. I searched the bathroom cabinet until I found the floss. I tried, it hurt more than I imagined, I gave up. I soaked my hand.
I googled again. Elastic band. Found band. Tried it. Fail.
Elastic. I couldn't get this to work n my own, so I had to ask DH for help. We argued (of course). We tried it. Nearly. I soaked my hand and we tried again. DH used tweezers to try and get the end of the elastic under the ring. It HURT. A LOT. We pulled the elastic. It was very painful. The ring moved a smidge. And a smidge more. Enough for me to soak my hand, re-soap, and then I got it off.
All day I felt like I was in a cartoon, my bulbous finger was pulsating and looked horrendous.
Today it looks better. But it's still too big for the rings.
And I have some rather impressive bruises. All over the place.
Nothing broken, though.
