Two days ago, a nursing aid told my (very polite and genial) father to "get up and get your own damn bed pan if you need one so badly." My dad is a recent leg amputee who can't even sit up on his own right now and is strictly non-weight bearing on his remaining (post-op) leg. If ever there was any evidence to how much self-control I possess, let it be the fact that I'm not in jail right now.