"Jenna Evans, 29, said she and her fiancé Bobby had been on a speeding train and she was forced to swallow the ring to protect it from 'bad guys.' She woke at her home in California to realise the episode had been a dream, but saw her diamond ring was missing... An X-ray scan identified the 2.4-carat ring in her stomach, and doctors agreed it would be unwise 'to let nature take its course.' Ms Evans, a San Diego resident, later had a procedure to remove the ring but said she was asked to sign release forms in case of her death. 'Then I cried a lot because I would be so mad if I died,' she said. 'I waited a long time for that damn engagement ring and I will marry Bobby Howell.'"
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ADDED: Young love, death, and a ring — I got to thinking of "Teen Angel":
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Nature "taking its course" is slow but sure. It does require some effort in the poop department.
Be careful, Bobby Howell. You might get stabbed in her "sleep."
The physicians here could maybe answer this better, but diamond is one of the sharpest and hardest substances we know of. I think that it is possible that a diamond ring, of that size, in a traditional setting, could have possibly cut her up a bit on the way through her intestines and into her rectum. In the article, the doctors seem to have worried along those lines. 2.4 carets is big enough that it might have been mounted more flush, or lower down, possibly not presenting as much danger. Some of the photos looked like it was mounted high, and some less so (and I am pretty sure that the ring on a woman’s hand was not that of this woman).
Yeah, were I the husband, I might have trouble sleeping at night. Taking off and swallowing a ring is a pretty complicated ritual while one is sleeping- hardly more complicated than picking up the bed-side lamp and smashing someone's head in.
I waited a long time for that damn engagement ring and I will marry Bobby Howell
If they hadn't shacked up, she could have hacked it up.
I don't think her anxiety about the diamond and his commitment bodes well for the marriage.
I had a heart-pounding nightmare last weekend that I still remember. I was in a cellar, and a female FBI agent inside a furnace duct was talking about shooting me, then a pistol started firing.
Isn't there some sort of endoscope with little grabbers on the end? What could possibly go wrong with that?
Reminds me that'd be a good come-back in that scene from "The Sixth Sense".
"Got anything a little plainer?"
"No baby, I just want you to be safe in case you swallow it."
My husband (then boyfriend) gave me a black eye in his sleep in the first year we lived together. I got some really sad looks at work for a week or two after that. After we married he dragged me out of bed one night with a choke hold. He doesn’t usually remember his dreams but he remembered that one - I was drowning and he was trying to pull me out of the water. We sleep with a body pillow between us now.
Dreams can be very powerful.
Dave Barry had a really funny bit, I think in his book of bad songs, about how “Teen Angel” is not a tragic story, but a case study of how natural selection can work to improve the gene pool.
Yancey Ward said...
Yeah, were I the husband, I might have trouble sleeping at night. Taking off and swallowing a ring is a pretty complicated ritual while one is sleeping- hardly more complicated than picking up the bed-side lamp and smashing someone's head in.
9/16/19, 12:26 PM
So if you wondered whether a woman can swallow in her sleep...now you know.
I think that it is possible that a diamond ring, of that size, in a traditional setting, could have possibly cut her up a bit on the way through her intestines and into her rectum.
Sort of like eating hot chili peppers. Seriously, I doubt there was much risk. Toothpicks are notorious but the only people who swallow them are denture wearers. I did once operate on a kid who swallowed a big fishing weight. It was being absorbed in the stomach and the kid was getting high lead levels. Most of the things that could cause harm are big enough to stick in the esophagus. I have fished a number of chicken bones out of esophagi.
My wife dropped a diamond ring in a sink at the Pebble Beach resort one time. The trap caught it.
Ladies, do you sleep with your wedding sets on? Mine isn't nearly as large as hers is - my solitaire is one carat and the engagement ring and wedding band are very slim - and I still take them off before bed every night. Usually as soon as I come in the house, actually. They live in a dish next to my sink. I love my rings more than any other possession and I love wearing them, but the stone and setting are sharp (princess cut), so they get in the way and can occasionally be poky and I don't want the setting to get dirty or damaged so I don't wear them when I'm doing housework. I would never ever wear them to bed, either, because although they fit perfectly I'd still be worried about them slipping off and getting lost in bedding.
My wife has vivid dreams. A while back she had one where a serial killer was attacking her and threatening her children (they are in their twenties now, but in the dream they were little). She fought back and in the course of the struggle bit the serial killer's arm and woke to find herself biting her own arm.
She had another dream where the same serial killer abducted her, took her to a lonely cabin in the woods and forced her to go over his business plan for a scheme that would make him rich scamming elderly retirees. She escaped and he pursued her, but the whole thing came to a halt when she encountered a library reference desk in the middle of the forest. On the desk was a large, black tome entitled; "The Book of Unlicensed Contractors". We were putting a roof on the house during that time and unlicensed contractors are a real problem in Arizona.
eating carats is good for you!
ever see a rabbit with an engagement ring?
We were putting a roof on the house during that time and unlicensed contractors are a real problem in Arizona.
Tell me about it. We got a contractor's card from a tile store. Like a fool, I didn't check his name on the license list. He was laying saltillo tile in our house. I have done saltillo tile when I was younger. I told him I thought they needed to soak the tile first. No, he said. We do it differently. I'll say. I had to get someone else to finish the job.
The best line is "I would be so mad if I died."
“We were putting a roof on the house during that time and unlicensed contractors are a real problem in Arizona”
The good side of that is that it can sometimes be a financial steal. I got my Audi with some body damage out of my father’s estate. When it was damaged, he was over 90 and worried that the insurance company would use the claim as an excuse to drop him. I had had several estimates for getting it fixed - $3k-$4k both in AZ and MT. Then, one night a half mike from the house, an old guy sent his grandson over to ask if they could fix the body damage. Figured what could go wrong, so let them try. They popped out the dents, and spray painted where necessary for maybe $600. Cash of course. Needs some buffing, but it looks ok, and I was much happier at the $600 than the $3k-$4k at the legit body shops.
I think that a lot of the unlicensed contractors are Hispanic in AZ. So many of the first and even second generation in the US are so willing to make money on the side. Probably over half the subdivision we have our AZ house in are Hispanic, and they all seem to have side jobs /
“My wife dropped a diamond ring in a sink at the Pebble Beach resort one time. The trap caught it.”
Doesn’t always work. My partner has bad luck with diamond rings, and lost one from her ex that way. I think that he got that one by taking it apart quickly. Then her daughter accidentally flushed it down the toilet. He tried to get that one by taking apart the plumbing, but to no avail. Lost one in her first marriage, and two from me to theft. Last resort - you definitely need insurance, which typically requires a rider to your homeowner’s policy.
“Usually as soon as I come in the house, actually. They live in a dish next to my sink. I love my rings more than any other possession and I love wearing them, but the stone and setting are sharp (princess cut), so they get in the way and can occasionally be poky and I don't want the setting to get dirty or damaged so I don't wear them when I'm doing housework.”
Bought a Waterford Round Ring Holder for AZ. She loved it enough that I got one for MT. She loves pretty things, and that means that she thinks that cut Waterford crystal is perfect. Amazon also has a square one, for about the same price, but she thought the round one was prettier. As a guy, I thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but then I wouldn’t wear a big diamond ring for anything either.
We also have a sonic jewelry cleaner in both locations. I remain unconvinced that living in the jewelry cleaner liquid is good for diamond jewelry long term, but that is where her ring lives when she takes it off for more than the time it takes to clean. Which means that most of the time, when she wears it out, it dazzles pretty well. She got the first sonic cleaner from her daughter a year and a half ago for Christmas from Walmart. Had a hard time finding the one for MT, because Walmart no longer carried it. Ultimately found it on Amazon.
Sounds like roger Simon's new novel "the goat which I read over the weekend. Excellent until the last 20 or so pages.
The ending REALLY PISSED ME OFF!!
Didn't just disappoint. IT REALLY PISSED ME OFF.
So you don't have to actually read the book: he woke up and it was all a dream.
Shame on Roger Simon. He's a better writer than that. Used to be anyway
John Henry
I once broke my toe kicking a wall in my sleep. Luckily single at the time in a twin bed against a concrete wall.
Every couple years I'll have a nightmare about a bear or a snake or something. I'll wake up screaming a d thrashing and stumbling around the room. My wife yells at me to wake up I do and generally don't remember anything.
I stopped drinking entirely in 1984. Fell off the wagon one night only in 91 and not a drop since. So the dreams aren't booze.
John Henry
So the dreams aren't booze.
It's just brain damage.
I used to sleepwalk when I was kid- would wake up and find myself somewhere other than my bed 2 to 3 times a year from about age 7 until age 13 or so- once outside in the back yard. For whatever reason, though, that ended and hasn't recurred as an adult that I am aware. The first couple of times it happened, it was terrifying, after that, though, I started to find it amusing in the sheer silliness of it. At no time was I aware that it was part of a dream- I had no explanation for why I was where I was.
Here's my story about a class ring and a happy ending.
My mother recently passed away and my brother was going through her safe deposit box. In it, he found a like-new high school class ring dated 1979 from a small town in Wisconsin. My dad -- who preceded her in death -- had been a scuba diver in the Madison area for many many years since the 1960's. There was a note attached to the ring explaining that my dad had found it underwater in 1983. My brother, being a stand up guy, contacted the high school and after some explanation was able to track down the owner's identity from the engraved initials. He contacted her and after she identified the ring by birth stone, he arranged to send it back to her. She didn't remember where she lost it but had had it replaced by insurance. She was happy to get the original back.
I used to sleepwalk when I was kid.
I did too. I started doing it again when I lived in Germany. They have a cool word for it - Schlafwandler.
My husband never gets out of bed when he has active dreams. When I was young I would sleep walk around the house setting timers, turning on the tv, and one time calling out that the cabin was on fire (sorry mom). I would do this two or three times a year but it stopped by the time I was twenty-one.
My son also sleep walks but much more than I ever did. He would sleep walk two or three times a week starting when he was four. It was so bad he could only spend the night at one friend’s house. When he was twelve I caught him right before he walked out of our hotel room at Disneyland. It started to taper off when he hit eighteen.
Between my husband and my son I became a very light sleeper.
Ambien
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