My knee had given out on me and I was stuck, lying on the floor with it in a rather distorted position. We had spent some time debating how to get me to the ER (whether it would require and ambulance or not, but had settled on trying to carry me to the car).
Caleb, being a very decisive person had had enough of all the back and forth and offered some helpful input.
"If you can't find someone to do the surgery, we can just put you in the bathtub, give you something to put you to sleep and Pop, Gram and Dad can cut your knee open."
Grandma and I looked at each other in surprise and Grandma asked, "WHY the BATHTUB?"
"For all the guts and stuff, so they don't spill all over the floor."
RIIIGHT.
I informed him that I already have a good surgeon and he said, "well I'm just saying, 'IN CASE!'"
[No surgeries have since been performed, home or otherwise and I am back walking around with only minimal pain. Not sure what the cause was. If it happens again, I'll get in for an MRI.]
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