The red that made the surgeon sigh

Finished a set of surgical diagrams today—three hours in, I finally got the arterial branching right. The surgeon who commissioned them sent back a note: 'More red. It’s too pale.' I laughed. Not because it was dumb, but because I’d spent ten minutes arguing with myself over whether the shade was anatomically accurate or just felt right. In the end, I went with what looked like blood under a bright lamp, not a textbook. It’s weird how much weight we give to colour when it’s all just pigment and light. But they’re happy. And I’m still wearing my old shoes—still no blister, still no reason to