No, I didn’t get a speeding ticket on the drive home.
No, Sheepdog didn’t knock me up.
And no, I didn’t get in trouble for saying anything ornery or inappropriate (well, no more than usual).
But yes, I did go to the eye doctor yesterday and have another follow up exam to my PRK last November. My vision has improved incredibly… I don’t have to wear glasses or contacts anymore because I can see everything almost perfectly. Except not. My distance vision is still a little blurry. I used to be a negative 6.5 in both eyes. Now I’m less than minus one. But this is me we are talking about and when I do something, I do it all the way. So guess what. I opted to have him tweak my dominant eye. That way I get perfect close-up vision in my left eye and perfect distance vision in my right eye. Like the Terminator.
Oh yes, I had laser eye surgery again yesterday. Sitting in the doctor’s office, signing away rights to life and limb, I started to have deja vu and I got all sweaty and I almost backed out because I remembered all too clearly how bad it was before. And let me tell you that it hurts just as much as when I had it done the first time. It feels like somebody took tiny shards of glass or grains of sand and sprinkled them on my eyeball, then closed my eyelid and rubbed it all around for a bit. Water is leaking out of my eye so much that I slept in a pool of my own tears last night. Sunlight is intolerable, so I picked up an eye patch to keep as much light out as possible (I couldn’t use a patch last go-round because I had both eyes done at once). Combined with my peeling face from the idiot sunburn I earned over the weekend, I am quite a sight to behold today.
Sheepdog is being awesome and working from home so that he can do whatever driving needs to be done over the next couple of days. Pain makes me short on patience and short of temper, so the kids are having a grand, old time with me around. But, hopefully, this will be a fast recovery and the very last time I have to get lazed in the eyeball.
I am hanging in there and tolerating the pain because I know it will get better soon, and the results will be worthwhile. But I really hope that this one takes because I really do not want to have this surgery ever, ever again.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…
Get well soon and for good! I have “been there, done that.” But my second round was “nice and easy” compared to the first. Watch out for the draw back of seeing too good. Before the surgery, once I took off the glasses, everything was perfect. Now I can see a tiny spider in that far ceiling corner and an ant in a floor crease, which can really ruin your peace:)
Thanks, Fan. For the sympathy and the advice. But mostly the sympathy because your advice scared the crap out of me.
Josh told me you were having it again. I didn’t realize it was so soon. I know how bad it was the last time. I hope it heals quickly and your eyes are perfect.
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Thanks, Pop! Perfection is overrated, though, so I’m just shooting for being able to see the street signs when your son inevitably gets us lost somewhere. Oh, and don’t think I wam glossing over the fact that this is the first time you have done anything in your own name on the interweb. I’m honored!