Sometimes it’s best to get a second opinion when the first diagnosis isn’t to your liking.

My diagnosis on the Winnipeg Jets 10 days ago was for a heart transplant. This was a team going nowhere in a hurry. Worse, it didn’t seem to care all that much, an uninspired 3-2 loss at home to the tired and limping Flyers the most recent and blatant example.

But just when you’re ready to unplug the machine, or at least consult the donor list, the patient’s pumper kicks back into gear.

Since then, the Jets have played four games, starting with two at home that showed there was still a pulse, albeit with no concrete results.

If you feared a five-games-in-eight-days road trip, you probably weren’t alone.

So of course the Jets proceed to not only improve, they bolt right up off the gurney, rip out the tubes and climb back into the race in the NHL’s Southeast Division, with back-to-back wins.

If the victory over the Sabres showed the Jets at their skating best, then the win in Carolina, Thursday, was two points gained in an uneven performance, no small feat unto itself.

Given the backdrop to Thursday’s game, coming hours after seeing one of their own suffer a gruesome injury in practice and be rushed to hospital, it would seem writing these Jets off for a lack of intestinal fortitude was a tad premature.