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The Old Lady in My Bones

The Lonely Rings

_20160108_111731A chestnut jewellery hutch stands proudly against the cream wall. She is adorned with several drawers and secret compartments to safeguard the jewellery within her walls – strands of silver and gold chains, beaded necklaces, pendants , earrings, colorful bangles, sparkling hair pins, delicate bracelets – everything a woman needs to dress up for a special night or to protect the family heirlooms. The top of the hutch is home to various rings, all nestled together in a velvety cushion – they are the lonely rings.

They keep each other company through the long days and nights, wondering when they might be plucked from their shelter to adorn the hands of their owner; but they know those days are few and far between. Swollen fingers do not take kindly to the rigid gold and silver hoops that cannot adjust to the fingers sudden changes in size; even the dazzling engagement rings and wedding bands are left behind. They band together and talk of the old days when they were escorted to anniversary parties, first dates, birthdays, work functions, holiday events, and sometimes, just because…when the cover rises, and the light floods in, they all stand at attention, wondering who will be the chosen ones to return to the fingers they once knew so well.

About J.G. Chayko

I am a writer living on the beautiful West Coast in Vancouver B.C. I am a poet at heart but also write prose, fiction and creative non-fiction. In my thirties, while working for a Rheumatology clinic, I was diagnosed with early Rheumatoid Arthritis. I created " The Old Lady In My Bones" to share my experience living with this disease and to create an awareness that arthritis touches people of all ages, not just the elderly.

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5 thoughts on “The Lonely Rings

  1. I know how your rings feel. I don’t have RA but my fingers swell up now so I can’t wear my wedding ring. It sits nestled in the box next to my husbands because he doesn’t want to wear his. At least she isn’t lonely. We take them out at least once a year. 🙂

    Posted by Alison | August 21, 2012, 6:47 pm
  2. I love your writing. It’s lush, lyrical, witty and filled with bright images. I grinned at the mayo jar showdown; I’ve found myself staring down hundreds of jars just like yours, wondering which one of us was going to win. And I smiled at your description of Mr Plaquenil. I’ve been seeing him twice a day for several years now, but he has to share me with Mr Arava and Mr Sulfasalazine, like it or not. And what a clear image of your rings, left neglected in velvet elegance. I do hope that Mr Plaquenil will soon allow you to wear your rings and win more mayonnaise duels very soon.

    Welcome to the blogosphere! I’m adding you to my blog-list. 🙂

    Posted by Wren | August 22, 2012, 11:57 am
    • Thank-you very much for the compliment on my writing. I look forward to the challenge of creating fun and interesting stories on my experiences…and yes, I hope one day, to free those rings from their velvet prison. 🙂

      Best,
      J.G.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | August 22, 2012, 12:47 pm
  3. Imagine, meeting another writer with RA. I’m sure there are many of us out there, too many! I love the way you personify the lonely rings. And the way the engagement ring and the wedding ring band together to reminisce.What cruel irony that you were diagnosed while working in a Rheumatology clinic or maybe it was prescient that you went to work there. The name of your blog is exactly how I feel some days. I look forward to reading more of your posts.

    Posted by Irma | August 23, 2012, 2:15 pm
    • Thanks very much Irma. Yes, I did think it a strange irony that I was diagnosed while working for a Rheumatology clinic…but I think it was because of that I recognized the need to see my own doctor when the symptoms showed up. I look forward to entertaining readers with future posts.

      Stay well,
      J.G.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | August 23, 2012, 3:29 pm

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