My Mother gave me an old, old 3 diamond platinum ring that belonged to her mother and I wore it for about 3 years. In Oct the day before we went to Seattle to visit my daughter, I drove from our main hospital campus to the smaller hospital to see a couple of patients. One of the patients was a very large bed ridden person. I had the staff help me roll him so I could examine him and afterward took off my gloves, went in the bathroom to wash my hands and noticed one of the diamonds was missing. I looked all over the bathroom, dug through the trash looking for my gloves, searched the pt's room, and had the staff rolling pt over so I could look under again. No diamond
I finished seeing pts, totally depressed-my trip to Seattle was starting on a bad note. As I went to get in my car to go home, the sun lite hit something sparkling in the rubber floor mat. It was the diamond I lost. I have not worn the ring since as I'm afraid to turn it over to a jeweler for repair.