You should all be proud of me...
...I showed massive self-control and restraint this morning.
I went to the doctor to have him check my wrist, which is healing from the surgical removals. I was wearing my Vacheron (perhaps a bad choice, but I didn't think about it beforehand). I put my arm out so he could look at it, and he took my wrist by pressing his thumb smack dab in the middle of the crystal of my watch.
Like I said, you'd be proud of my self-control--I didn't scream, yank my arm away, or shout "What the !@#$%^&*!" I didn't react (outwardly) at all...although inside I confess I was doing all of those things at once. :eek2:
I cleaned it thoroughly when I got to work, though.