It had to be said
My wife tore the meniscus in her knee a few weeks back. The first doctor advised PT, but that didn’t help much. The second doctor recommended surgery. The third doc went over the X-rays with her and showed her why surgery wouldn’t help. The best course of action, she said, is to give the knee three months to heal.
We told the kids at dinner the other day.
“Good news and bad news,” I said. “The good news is no surgery. The bad news is she has to stay off it for three months.”
“Wow,” my oldest son said to her. “Aren’t you going to be fat and happy!”
I’ll let you imagine the rest.