Weeknotes 104 - I miss my virtual horse

A couple of weeks ago I injured my wrist. The injury turned out to be caused by, uh, typing on a computer. For about 3 days I couldn’t move my wrist, I couldn’t sleep, and I was miserable. The physiotherapist who saw me managed to relieve my pain almost instantly by shaking my arm and producing a click somewhere in my elbow. Apart from follow-up visits I’ve been able to keep the pain at bay by using a massage gunny on my neck, shoulders and behind my shoulder blades. Apparently when that part of my body gets tense from bad posture it pulls the rest of me out of whack. Bodies are so stupid.
It surprised me how upsetting it was to not be able to do any hobbies for a couple of weeks. Dancing, knitting, playing guitar, cooking… so many things I do for pleasure rely on being fit or having fine motor control. If I can’t do those then I’m pretty much left with watching TV shows.
I finished the main part of the story in Read Dead Redemption 2 which culminates in my and my horse’s demise. I have grown to like both the character and the horse so much. I’ve spent most of my breakfasts over the last couple of months riding her, feeding her, brushing her clean. We had so many adventures. We rode around all corners of the world, exploring it together. I’d suspected the game was going to end this way, but it still brought me so much sadness to actually experience it. I sobbed for a long time.
And that’s what I love about video games.