Eight months ago tomorrow, K and I were married... and hey, look, Sarah Palin, the planet didn't burst into flames when two adult men got hitched!
We had a terrific wedding day, and more importantly I have been incredibly fortunate in marriage. I have not had such luck with wedding rings. Those little bastards taunt and torment me. Until now.
Prior to our wedding, we had beautiful silver Tiffany commitment rings and engagement rings. All went well.
For our wedding, we bought matching white gold bands with three small diamonds in the middle. Very classic, with some sparkle. Our nieces were ringbearers and were absolutely adorable.
Ring #1: Five days into our honeymoon, the trouble began. I was putting my ring on that morning, and thought "hot damn, this thing got really dirty". Uh, no, a diamond fell out. After we returned home, they replaced that ring. Having your wedding ring fall apart on day five isn't an omen, is it?
Ring #2: Replacement ring, just like the first, except it seemed tighter, and I got this slight reaction to it, and then a bigger reaction to it, and then yes there was a very brief very painful hospital visit to get the damn thing off. On the upside, the doctors were hot. Read about that misadventure here: http://tinyurl.com/4bfoe7l
Ring #3: As I am not smart enough to learn from the past, and because I urgently wanted my damn wedding ring, we waited a few weeks for the swelling to go down and then took another run at it. Ring 3 was just like its predecessors, only a bit larger. Which means it took longer for the reaction to start, and then I stubbornly waited longer to do something about it, and I ended up in hospital while on vacation, getting hopped up on painkillers as they lubed up my finger to prep for the round saw forceps gizmo. Thank heavens for extensive healthcare coverage. Fun, fun, fun.
The various doctors and jewellers in this comic soap opera think it is an allergic reaction to something, likely the white gold, which due to its nickel content causes a reaction for one in eight people (thank you, Wikipedia). Who knew?
So it has now been about three months without a ring and I was eager for a new one. We went out last weekend to a local jeweller who makes everything himself on site. I decided not to have a nickel-free version made of the same ring, but to start fresh and go in a totally different direction, with a simple hammered gold wedding band. That's it in the picture above.
So yes, eight months in and wedding ring number four. And I love it... take that, cursed white gold allergy evil devil omen!