As a child, I imagined trekking through the woods, wearing a coat bearing fifty pockets. In those pockets? My beloved stuffed animals, first-aid kits, fire-making materials, food and water. This was a fun daydream for me.
I know. It's odd. Or rather, I'm odd.
But one thing always stopped those survivalist/disaster daydreams in their tracks. My vision problems.
Here's how bad it was: When I held a book about eight inches away from my face, the text was too blurry to read. Without contacts or glasses, I was seriously disabled. Contacts can be swept out of one's eyes by a single rogue wave in the ocean. Glasses shattered by one wayward behind, sitting down.
So on Friday, I got laser vision correction, after thinking it over for a decade.
After 5 mg of Valium, I was ready to go. I asked my hubs to try to scare me, to see if it was having an effect yet. When he asked, "Are you scared of the surgery?" I laughed at him. "Okay. It's working," he decided.
The surgery itself was quick, but not quite painless. There was intense pressure and burning and the feeling like they were playing hockey with my eyeballs for a while. When they were done, I could see the clock on the wall, but everything was foggy, like I had a film on my eyes. I was cautiously optimistic.
(If you really want to see what I went through, here's a YouTube video. It is NOT for the squeamish!)
That night, my eyes burned so badly and the light was so excruciating I could barely open them for the intensive eye drop treatments I needed. I had (still have) big hemorrhages on the whites of my eyes.
The next morning, I woke up to see the fine branches on the trees outside my bedroom window.
I almost cried.
Now it's Sunday, and though I'm still seeing halos around the lights, I can now see the tips of the branches three houses away.* There's no guarantee it'll stay this good, but for now, I'm beyond thrilled.
I'm ready for that Apocalypse now.**
*Keep in mind, every patient's experience with laser vision correction may be different. I am not promoting this, only discussing my own experience. It's a very, VERY personal decision!
**Actually, I'm hoping that since I'm prepared for it, it won't happen, ha ha.