so....anyway, a heart transplant is prepared. Movement located, prepped and ready to take....or Give one for the team.
So, wiping the sweat from my brow, I locate my tools.......Caseback opener....Check, High end swiss screwdriver set.....Check. Gloves....check, Vodka........that's right Vodka......Check.
First, i inspect the case for damage.......and there it is........the scar from the impact right on the 7 o'clock lug:
Another view:
Oh man, this looks serious.....now I am glad I didn't win the raffle for the 1675.....of course, I didn't enter, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I open the caseback........slowly at first then more quickly......my heart begins to race....what will I find......a mangled spring, perhaps a broken case clamp has lodged in the balance.........nothing appears to be out of place.....a moment of reflection now as I think back and replay the whole nauseating event over and over and over again.......I use to have very quick hands, how did I miss it as it fell to it's demise.......hell, how did I drop it to begin with.........why couldn't I leave well enough alone........a tear forms in the corner of my eye......then another.........this watch deserved much better than me......sniff!
Get control of yourself....I think as I slap myself silly......whack! O.k., I deserved that.......then.....