Whatever I thought the world looked like before yesterday, I was wrong. Because today, I can see everything. Everything.
I drove myself to the clinic that forever changed my life and arrived early enough to text some people, email some others, and check-in for my appointment. My lovely parents arrived as my drivers and my dad was the brave soul who watched the operation through the glass wall and on the monitor.
But before all that, I had a brief consult with the nurse (?), who showed me how to use the prescription eye drops, talked me through the how’s and what’s of the procedure, and handed me a delightful little pill to relax me.
The good doc entered the small room a short while later and talked me through the procedure again. He commented on the health of my eyes and my thick corneas. Yay for thick corneas. He also mentioned the thickness of my glasses. I don’t want to talk about that.
Fast forward to more check points – the doctor looking into my eyes one last time, painting tiny dots on either side of my corneas for measurements, and the donning of a blue hair net.
By this point, I was starting to feel the effects of the drug (bliss), but I was confident I could walk without assistance. Even though that’s somewhat sketchy even on days I’m not drugged.
The operation part was…weird. Good, but weird. I was awake the whole time. I even told the team working on lasering my eyes that I’d never been awake in any surgery. Cross it off my bucket list, I guess. There were lights, flashes, beeps, this intense pressure when they voided my eyes of all moisture and air pressure, the weird sensation of a tiny paint brush brushing my eyes, and the smell of burning flesh from the laser part.
I tapped my legs to the beat of Luke Bryan and Jason Aldean, country music set as my preference for the operation. I laid perfectly still and clenched my jaw, which will not sit well with my dentist, but it helped ensure I didn’t jolt forward and cause permanent blindness.
The procedure lasted for mere seconds, minutes, maybe. Then I was ushered back to the chair where the doctor looked into my eyes, handed me super cool sunglasses, and escorted me out to the waiting room where my parents kept asking how I felt and how I was doing. The doc said I did great and sent me on my merry way.
Then I rode home, the joys of being the passenger, and crawled into bed. I woke up four hours later, ate food, and tried to fall back asleep. Today, I woke up (wearing the sunglasses, which I have to wear for 7 nights), ate some food, and slept again.
Overall, I’m loving this new world. I can see, I can see, I can see. Peter Pan can have Never Land, I have this land to explore all over again. New sights and colors to view through my new lenses. I don’t know what parts I’m most excited about post lasik…being able to wake up and see right away, not wearing contacts/glasses, or never again missing a spot while shaving.