So Jake came into my bedroom yesterday. It was maybe 5:30, 5:45. And he wore a look of desperation.
“I’m losin’ it, man,” he said. “If we don’t get out and do something fun, I don’t know… I just don’t know what’s gonna happen. I can’t take any more of this. We have to DO SOMETHING NOW!”
He was lucky last week. ‘Oscar’ worked from home. This week Jake has been stuck with me, the cripple. Yeah, that’s right, I said it. I’m a lame-ass cripple. (Now somebody’s probably gonna call the PC Police even though I’m referring to me.)
So I hauled myself outside and crutched around on the basketball court for an hour. He went nuts. He was bloody insane from sitting around all week. I threw his rubber ball for him too, until he lost it under the deck.
First thing this morning I texted one of his friends- Carly. She’s a dog, a big good-looking Rottie. We made a play date. Carly came over and ran his ass off for an hour and it was pretty hot this afternoon so he sort of collapsed in the shade when she finally went home. I would have contacted her sooner but her mom’s been in Arizona for a week.
Yeah, my bedroom is a mess. Deal with it.
Here he is again. He wants to me to get a move on. I figure I’ve got another two weeks of recovery time, minimum, before I can even get him out for a walk in the neighborhood. Poor kid. Sucks to be him.
It’s like watching The Zarnecki Incursion.
Call yourself whatever you want, Julia, but it sounds like you’re healing really well. I couldn’t crutch around a basketball court for an hour and throw a rubber ball for Maggie, and I haven’t had knee surgery. Plus, Maggie only chases live things-squirrels, rabbits, etc.-if I threw the ball she run over to it, nudge it with her nose to see if she could maybe make it move so she could chase it-and then she would shrug and go looking for squirrels.
I’m glad you’re healing so well!
Poor Jake, but mom has to heal first. If we miss one day at the park the dogs are nuts. They won’t chase each other.
Feel better soon.
Hang on, you’re getting there, girl. The HH loves The Big Bang Theory.
I am getting there, Sandra. Once in a while I can walk up stairs alternating feet. Can’t go down that way yet!
Thanks, Amber. He’s been so patient and it’s not in his nature. But boy, did he lose it this week!
Hey, Marylin - you do what you gotta do. It’s called crutch basketball. At least Jake loves games. Saves my life. He also looks for squirrels. Unfortunately for Jake we only have one in our backyard. And he’s smart enough to stay out of Jake’s way.
When he pulls The Jakob Maneuver and starts dragging your crutches/cane/walkingstick over to you - then you have been had. I did 18 months of not being able to put any weight on left leg after ligament transplants, and Jakob learned all the necessary blackmail tricks. They are so smart! And SO determined. I think he did more to heal me than all the therapies combined .
Robin - heheheheheheheh! He does the water bottle maneuver. I drop my water bottle and he picks it up for me, but then runs away with it so I’ll chase him. Hilarious! Do you have a photo of Jakob? I think dogs keep our spirits up and they sure get us moving. I hope your knee is all right now.
Oh bless him! I suspect he won’t be fooled by a treadmill. Hope he gets lots more play dates and that you heal well
AD, he would never ever get on a treadmill. Thanks and I really feel much better today.
Stick a wheeled sled on Jake, jump on and shout ‘MUSH’ you never know where you might end up and could have a great adventure either that or the animal cruelty brigade would throw stones at you and do the other knee in too…
just saying, sheesh woman just deal with it willya …..
xxxxxxx
The other knee is already done it. That’s why I know this surgeon in the first place! However, Oscar keeps protesting when I suggest he find the doggie backpack. I could really use Jake’s help when I have to carry things up and down the stairs. Oscar is so dang stubborn. But then you already know that, Tom.