6 weeks out of surgery

Day 46 PS

Hello, my name is Jamtarnet and I am Jack’s Sohum’s new ACL. I am only 46 days old and also casually known as Jammy. I was named after Sohum’s hamster, the late Jamtarnet Jockeroewelxery. I guess that makes me JJII which kind of makes me feel like I’m dyslexic whenever I write my name but since I actually do not know how to write, this is not really going to become much of an issue.

I was actually going to write a post about the way I celebrated my first month of existence but unfortunately Sohum never let me get on the computer. He told me I should stop being so kneedy. I told him he shouldn’t have to resort to crappy puns to be funny and that he should let his fine sense of humor guide him. I think he thought I was being sarcastic because he proceeded to douse me with hydrogen peroxide.

Anyhow, I feel like my time in the world that will mostly be spent holding two bones together should exceed my predecessor’s. And I don’t mean just Jammy, because that would not be a very confidence-inspiring statement (Jammy couldn’t last through one summer). I have my eyes set on my competitor in the other knee–Portubus Pinternnacle–but only in an Olympics sort of competitive way. For those who don’t know what that means, it means that I will spend my time watching him every weekend for about 20 waking hours.

The recovery is on target. The doctor inspected me and told Sohum that I was looking spectacularly solid and that I wouldn’t need to be seen for another 2 months. I’m counting down the days to January, when I will be allowed to support Sohum as a friend in knee(d). Until then I will just have to watch basketball and hope that my contemporaries in Ricky Rubio’s and Derrick Rose’s respective knees make as strong a recovery as I will be making.

Until knee-xt time!

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