My LASIK surgery was a just a little more than eight hours ago, and while I am not 100% vision-wise, but I can read the guide on the tv and see my laptop using just my eyes and nothing corrective for the first time since I was 12. This is pretty cool, even if everything in my peripheral vision is still blurry. I am trying not to spend much time on the computer, but thought I would share a few impressions:
- Valium is horrible. It made me feel woozy and stupid, not calm and relaxed.
- It is intensely freaky – even when stoned on Valium – to be able to see the suction thinger and lasers coming at your eyes.
- I didn’t know I would be given the choice between a stuffed raccoon and a football to occupy my hands during the surgery. I chose the raccoon because it was already out and squeezed the living daylights out of it. I doubt it will ever be the same.
- Nobody told me the laser would smell like burning hair. That was most unsettling.
- Everyone I had talked to about LASIK told me it was painless, so I was totally unprepared for the fact that my eyes hurt like crazy for an hour or so. I think this may be due to the fact that it was really sunny – sunnier than even my freebie sunglasses could block out. My eyes felt like they were on fire.
- Once I had taken the two-hour nap recommended in my post-operative instructions, the pain was gone.
- I thought the instructions to put drops in my eyes at least every 30 minutes seemed ridiculous, but as it turns out, my eyes want them about every 20 minutes.
- The giant plastic sleep goggles are not designed for people like me, who sleep on their belly.
- It was incredibly helpful to have my sister-in-law there to bring me home. I was told I’d be fine to get home on my own on the Metro, but I am pretty sure that would have been a disaster. She also bought me lunch and waited until I woke up from my nap to make sure I was OK. (Thanks, Jen!)
OK, that’s probably enough computer time for now. Many thanks to everyone who shared well-wishes here and on Facebook/Twitter. It was nice to know folks were pulling for me.