It's a partial tear and the PT might get it corrected. If not...well, it's the ol' arthroscope.

Now that sounds like a folk song: The Old Arthroscope.

How well I remember the days of my youth
The house were my family did dwell
Logs made up the walls and mud was the floor
And the arthroscope hung by the well.

The old arthroscope my mother first used
When I was just a wee lad
It was rusty and rotten and old and it stank
But having it made my mom glad.

She would show us the riches inside of our bods
The organs, meniscii and all
Our pancreas, liver, vas deferens and such
As she worked on us out in the hall.

I remember my sister was silent and grave
Until mother had shown her the way
That her intestines converted her food into...stuff
And that made my sister quite gay.

But the old arthroscope is no longer extant
Since grandma thought it was a flute
She blew her brains out trying to play a fine tune
And we buried her 'longside her lute.