jillybean
Cathlete
[font size="1" color="#FF0000"]LAST EDITED ON Apr-28-02 AT 07:04PM (Est)[/font][p]And when I say dumbbells I mean me, of course. My husband and I went to Sportmart yesterday to buy a heavier dumbbell. I wanted to use a 40# just like Cathe does for plie squats in S&H. The dumbbells were stacked in the corner. One of the 40's rolled off the stack and my finger got wedged underneath it. As I was trying to pry it free, another one caught my other hand. I didn't want to yell, but the tears immediately started to stream. I said very queitly, very controlled, "Honey - please help me." He didn't hear me. I moved the dumbbells myself and looked at my finger. My ring had sliced it the whole way around. My finger was swollen and the pressure of the ring was forcing the blood to just gush from it. It was now the color of a grape popsicle, and about the same size. My husband picked up a 40 from the top of the stack and we carried the dumbbell up to the check out because I still wanted it. Moron ( I mean me agian). My husband looked at my finger and said, "Oh no!" I looked down. Not only was my finger (probably) broken, but something else had happened. The diamond was no longer in my wedding ring. We ran back to the weights. I tried to survey the carpet but I was crying and everything was a blur. My husband found it! I saw the 40 that had fallen on my hand and kicked it. Hard. So what did my dumbbell get me? A stubbed toe, a broken finger, and ring with no diamond that is now stuck on my swollen, plumb colored hand. But I have a 40 now.
