The first six days of my ten days on the injured list suck. At the start of day seven, I begin to worry that I’ll be on the injured list for another ten. I’m still a little dizzy and struggle to focus. Slater’s allowing me to add a leg workout to my arm bands today. Of course, he watches me like a hawk, ready to swoop in and end the workout if I appear to be having any trouble. I’m ready for my independence back; I want to work out by myself and be cleared to drive. I’m ready to ...