A few years ago I got on the operating table - I was undergoing surgery on my leg. It was on March 3, just before International Women’s Day. On the leg had to do several incisions, the extreme of which in the pelvis along the line of bending of the leg.

So, I am under anesthesia on the table, I am cut all over. But 20 minutes before the operation ends, the anesthesia begins to release, and I wake up. I opened my eyes without burning - in front of me a tissue screen, because of which nothing is visible. Well, I was upset and decided to pretend to sleep further, so as not to upset the surgeon (I was done anesthesia in the spine, from which I did not feel the legs and everything below the belt, so it was virtually not painful). Shortly, it comes to the extreme cuts, just near my farm.

It, clear foam, interferes, and the surgeon constantly pushes it aside. Obviously from all these manipulations I had such a normal stand!

I understood this not only by the laughter of everyone in the operating room, but also because the two young nurses sitting next to the head jumped sharply at all of this.

In short, I am lying down with myself standing on the operating table and pretending to be the most sleepy person on earth – a shameful cape! And here the surgeon, referring to the anesthesiologist, issues a mega-epic phrase (I will remember, soon March 8): "Petrovich, I will come to you on March 8, you will do me the same anesthesia - I will please my wife!“...

I have never demonstrated such a willpower!