Only my most long-serving readers will remember the nasty cryo work I had done on my feet in 2010. Since then, the problems in my poor old tootsies have completely come back, so I needn't have bothered with all that drama.
Now, I didn't want to get all faint and silly during proceedings, so guess what I did as a distraction? Yep, you got it:
The surgeon was bemused - he had obviously not been sketched in action before. The team all had a good look when they were done and it made them smile.
I must say though - it really worked a treat: while I was concentrating on drawing, there was no way I could give my full attention to the nasty sound effects of bits being snipped off.
The only thing that didn't go quite to plan was my attack of cramp. Yep: right in the middle of the op. I think it was the tourniquet they put around my calf. Luckily, when they eased it off a little, the cramp faded and I didn't end up hopping around the room with my foot hanging open!
They sent me home with a bucket load of painkillers, which was a bit worrying but, so far, I seem to have got away with it, as the most painful thing I have had to endure is John's cooking. Sorry John, that's a joke. Honest. You wouldn't want to hit an invalid would you? Oh, you would..? Uh-oh.