I’m getting old, I can feel it. I get tired easier, things hurt that didn’t hurt before, and I take longer to recover from doing things. Yesterday I did the walk to the RPG session, and I had some issues with the legs getting tired on the way, then today I woke up and the legs were stiff and didn’t work right, which put the kibosh on my plans to get a jump on paying the property taxes. Also I’m getting something annoying from my dent, a weakness and tingling sensation radiating from the dent down the trap on the right side to the deltoid and up through the cervical muscles I don’t know the names for any more. Basically the muscle the dent formed in and the two adjacent muscles are acting up and it feels like there is a nerve involved someway. I knew back when the tumor was removed there was at least one nerve trapped in it that was damaged during removal, but the amount of damage wasn’t related to me at the time. I keep talking about how terrible it is to get old, because I also know how terrible it is to not get old (well more boring than terrible, but you get the point).
So this is like a cascade effect from two sources. The one source was the hip damage I got at the exercise and meditation class before Dad died that got better but never really all the way better, my range of motion never really recovered, and because of that I need a step-through frame to get on a bike. The other source was the tumor I called Chris Christie, because it was a useless lump of fat that mainly got in the way. Somehow it did something to the nerves going to the trapezius muscle and to the other muscles on either side, but only on the right side of my body. Both contributed to my decline in stamina. One because most of the aerobic exercise I have been doing was on bicycles, and the other because I use my cane in my right hand and anything that affects my right shoulder also affects my walking because I no longer have the strength to catch myself with my cane. The result is I’m feeling a lot older than I should.
Speaking of the RPG group, yesterday was not so much a game session as an administrative session, getting stats cleared up, karma points totaled up, money straightened out, stuff like that. Shadowrun requires more of that than D&D does, so every so often between runs we have a mini session to get all that cleared up, and as we had one player who had to be present for First Night celebrations for Hanukkah (or Chanukah if that’s the spelling you prefer) so he had to be in temple before sundown which is much earlier than we normally shut down on Sunday so not enough time for a game session but plenty for the administrative BS that has to get done that we have been ignoring lately. So, the barbecue is getting set up, my character is buying mesquite and apple wood for the smokers and roughly 4 tons of pork and KillDeer has to be thawed and smoked in about a week. In game most of that meat is going to get frozen again for the food pantry but about a ton will be eaten during the party. And part of the administrative things we had to take care of was the karma points and street cred this event was going to add to my stats. And as it turns out a ton of karma points but not much street cred. That’s a rules thing but in game we are going to go with there is not much of a connection between my good works which gets reported under my real name and what I do as a runner which gets spread around by my street name of The Old Man. Not many people connect Opus the philanthropist to The Old Man the Shadowrunner. And in game the pork is from my hobby/training for running gig as a feral hog disposal specialist. The feral hog population is a real problem in the DFW area because for some reason magic and feral hogs get along like peanut butter and jelly, resulting in damages like you would not believe and bounties like you would not believe, but my character does it mostly for the meat and the shooting practice. The money and most of the meat go into keeping the food pantry running. At some point the barbecue is going to be a thing in game, I’m hoping as a place where the rest of the group can develop contacts in the Orc and Troll gangs that meet to negotiate during the feast. In game my house is neutral territory where fighting is prohibited and poor people can get food when things are tighter than usual and children are protected from any feuds while they are in my compound (see my backstory, link at the top). The Basic Rule is there are no gangs, no orcs, no trolls, no humans, no elves, just people, in my compound. And I. Help. People. And if you can’t abide by that you have to leave the compound. And in-game things are working out so far.
And IRL right now I’m having a Really Bad Neck Day, it is never a good neck day but today I have a really restricted range of motion and lots of pain at the limits. I think I have about 60 ° left and maybe 45° right horizontally and I can barely get my head all the way up. So at some point I will probably have to have a lie down with either my phone or tablet because I can’t read sitting up.