Me and watches never got along, i either broke them or rusted them up from sweat. i tried wearing the all plastic ones but i ended up breaking them or scratching the face up so bad it was unreadable.
Warfarin bruises, as usual, though a light batch today. Also, a watch I picked off the rack at Walmart for IIRC $12. When it stops working, I'll replace it with another one.
Changed watches but still in an orange mood. The one that started it all, 1971 Bulova Snorkle. I spent the entire summer of 73 mowing lawns, picking strawberries, and shoveling sand and the winter shoveling snow to buy it used at the local dive shop along with the gear I needed to take diving lessons the next summer.
It formed what I still like in watches to this day, divers watch, cushion cases, coin edged bezels and rice bead bracelets.