When I was healthy I used to love to read. I’m a saddo so enjoyed biography, history and general non-fiction. As my eyesight got worse, and particularly since the stroke, this has just become a restriction that I have to live with.
But recently I have found some books that I want to read, so have been making an effort. Also, last week, I was forced to be sitting waiting with nothing to do, so I downloaded Amazon Kindle on my phone, and started reading a couple of books that I haven’t looked at since the stroke. Now, I’d have to say that just going on size alone, my phone is not my favourite medium. But yesterday I downloaded their PC app and resumed this excellect tome about the Spanish Civil War. And the good news is that I was able to accomplish it. I mean, obviously it is harder and slower going, but I’m able to make progress.
Even as a youngster, I though that reading was the key to all sorts of knowledge, and it gave me such enjoyment. I’m finding that again as I near the end of my life.
I was up at the hospital the other week. All the signs there are that NHS white-on-blue, with the exception on those to the Eye Clinic, which are bumble-bee black on yellow. Great, must make it easier for people with vision issues to find the place.
And then you think, what if they’re not going to the eye clinic?
I did my fortnightly drop-in on the ward today. Admittedly I got there a little earlier than usual, but I visited every bay of the ward, and spoke to the people in each bay who seemed to want to talk to me. And yet I looked at my watch as I finished my visit, and I had been there only about 3/4 hour.
I mean I’m quite happy to chat to people, but quiet wasn’t the word! Maybe as I myself improved some of the reservedness I once had is coming back? And talking to people about my own stay in hospital seems less and less relevant with time.
I don’t know. I mean, I have this free time at the moment and I keep telling myself that if I can help other people make sense of all this, then it’s a positive thing, but I wonder how much good I actually do?