One of the things that the stroke took was my pleasure in reading. I used to never be without a book on the train, one of the major benefits of commuting by rail: no need to keep an eye on the road.
It's more difficult now: I'm less able to maintain concentration across a full line of text (which always was difficult due to my weak close vision in the right eye). Martina's sensible suggestion of looking into correction, which I sort of dismissed earlier (I very clearly remember the sick headaches from poorly cleaned glasses in my childhood and abhor the 'thing in my eye' aspect of contact lenses, regardless of construction), is looking more and more sensible as I consider it. One thing at a time, bariatric surgery thing first, see about glasses or worse second. (The other way around I'd be first treated to a better view of what I don't really want to contemplate.)
I've run a Kindle emulator on my desktop system at home, and a real one is an intriguing idea, but I'm no more a fan of current major releases in the literary world than in the cinematic one. I'll be needing to walk a lot in the coming months/years and doing that with eyes fixed on a screen isn't a healthy option. Earbuds jammed in place is probably second-rate too, but that's more likely that reading while walking.
Well, I see again I've fallen out of the habit, and hardly have the inclination to start again, but let's try personal anecdotes, see if that helps:
Two or three years ago I had a problem after a small aneurysm in the fovea of one eye which did no lasting harm, but was scary. It might not have been noticed except in such an important part of the retina, the very spot where the sharpest vision occurs. It produced a visual effect that looked like an uneven blob-shaped flashbulb after-image that didn't fade for months, and introduced me to the confusing world of eye-docs. They specialize like nobody else!
My primary care doctor referred me to an eye-doc generalist who examined my vision and referred me to a retina specialist because only that specialist could refer me to the retina super-specialist, part of a group practice where each doc every week works a day in each of four different offices, so the whole state gets coverage. Fancy goldfish tank; help-yourself bagels and coffee and sandwiches since so many of the patients are diabetic. Very workman-like, sit in the waiting room, get called to read an eye chart and have the results recorded, back to wait a while, get called by the eye-dilation tech, back to wait a bit for the eyes to dilate, be called to have retinas photographed (that'd be an interesting series of photos if presented in time-lapse: the clot left by the aneurysm smaller at each visit, always the shape of the "after-image" it produced) , quite a production, eventually see the doctor. When he's done with each visit, there are one-shot sunglasses for anyone who forgot to bring better ones. He offered laser surgery to remove the clot but advised watchful waiting instead (if anything goes wrong in the surgery, it goes wrong for life), so he essentially did nothing, but expertly. Took a couple of months, but the clot was absorbed over that time by just waiting, so I don't complain, just remark.
A new species of Callicebus monkey may have been discovered, with remarkable features at head and tail, this MSNBC article fails to explain, doing for internet journalism what their common-law parents did for the community's daily newspaper.
We have been reluctant to intrude with this tragic story, but also hoping that this community would rally around one of its longtime members in her time of dire need. Mrs. Dorothy Partch taught English at Brien McMahon High School for 20 years, retiring in 1994. In 2003, she suffered a mild stroke, and her daughter Marjorie (Class of 1975) moved back home to take care of her. Last year, Mrs. Partch had a more severe stroke, and Marjorie, her POA, Health Care Representative, etc. etc., brought her to a nursing home for rehab. She was due to come home last Summer. But when the nursing home learned that the house was still in Mrs. Partch's name, they decided instead to bypass her daughter's legal authority and keep Mrs. Partch against their wishes. They had a real estate attorney appointed as Mrs. Partch's Conservator (guardian), seized all their joint accounts, and are trying to take all their belongings and property to keep Mrs. Partch isolated, neglected and abused (according to the Dept. of Public Health), rather than letting her come home, where she would be treated by her own neurologist, therapists and her loving daughter.
Badongo the gorilla, newly arrived from La Vallee des Singes casts a speculative eye at the local talent at Jersey's Durrell wildlife park, where gorilla Jambo stood guard in 1968, protecting a boy who'd fallen into his enclosure.