Necessary Mutilation

Ack — my husband seems to have lost his wedding ring!  In typical man fashion he can’t seem to recall if he even put it on as usual this morning - or when he even last saw it, for that matter.  We married in 2001 and he inherited this heirloom ring from his stepfather, and now it may be gone!  Despite having belonged to a local metal-detecting group for half a decade and owning our own machine that’s done little to pay for itself through the years by actually finding anything of value, my husband is refusing even to consider using it now to search recently-visited parking lots, our driveway, etc.  I just may have to exert energy and calories to do this myself in the light of day tomorrow.  What a spectacle I’m sure to make: 300+ pound me, bundled against the Buffalo winter, climbing snow banks if necessary, beeping my way through Aldi’s parking lot.  Ha!  Made me eat an extra serving of Aldi’s grapes just thinking about it!

In better news, my good friend and co-worker Nancy called tonight just to see how I fared yesterday.  What a kindness that she not only remembered about my psychologist visit, but cared to ask - especially in light of those others who seem to avoid any talk of my intention as if I were planning to join a cult or have an affair or something.  Although the same friend who’d initially spouted reservations and worries about messing with biology, Nancy has proven to have reconciled her personal feelings (or whatever) enough to have become more wholly supportive in her manner since she first heard the news.  Plus Nancy asks intelligent, probing questions that reflect genuine interest, concern, and curiosity - to me, the best medicine for a difficult time and a difficult decision. Unfortunately for Nancy, however, I had quite a mouthful today on the heels of such a disappointing and deflating experience … but, like with any good friend, at least our talk turned even this into something to “file away” and try and move on from.