I am on the D L

That means disabled list not down low (for those of you who are fluent in hood). After last weeks brutal workout with Wes I started having some trouble with my knee. I thought I should probably have it checked since it such an important part of my body. After waiting for what seemed like forever, in a room with hacking children and crippled adults that looked half drugged, I was on my way back to a room. After my brief questionnaire with a nurse (and an eternity waiting) in comes my doctor who looked a lot like Al Roker (the younger and skinnier years). He talked faster than I could process and by the end of the exam he was ordering an x-ray and was out the door. After another forever of waiting, I finally have the x-ray. These forever and eternities are okay because I am quarantined in my own little room where I only hear the hacking of the fellow patients. I am almost positive a "hacker" was in this room before me. I want a shower with lots of anti bacterial soap. Doctor Roker comes in with the final verdict. I have a contusion on my meniscus. Basically inflammation in my knee. Treatment: anti-inflammatory meds and banned from the treadmill until my knee heals. Elliptical here I come.