My brain keeps telling me that I’m still wearing my contact lenses. My vision still seems plastic and manipulated by a lense. But I argue with my head and say, “No, really. This is just how it is now. Stop stressing that you’ve forgotten to remove your ‘eyes’ before bed.”

The actual surgery was a bit more involved than I had anticipated. In retrospect, I think it was my anxiety that did me in. An hour before I was due to go into surgery, they had me take a valium which I gladly gobbled down. My shaking knee and nervous magazine reading told me it was necessary.

My poor eye balls.



I won’t got into details. It was gruesome. I won’t lie. Luckily, a friend got some lovely photos with my cell phone so that I wouldn’t have to struggle with the description.

More pictures are here.

On surgery day I kept saying, “I know that tomorrow I’ll say that this was the greatest decision I’ve ever made, but right now… I’m not so sure.” It wasn’t exactly painful, but I could certainly feel and SEE what was going on. The aftermath wasn’t pleasant either which left me feeling like a stick coated in 40 grit sand paper was being jammed into my eyes.

But it all felt worth it when I arrived back at the doctor’s office the next morning and took a vision test. The nurse said, “Wow. You’re already at 20/20 vision and it’ll keep improving over the next few days.”

Holy crap.

I am without words now trying to describe the strangeness of vision. Seeing the world unaided is a completely different experience. They will slowly heal and I’ll slowly realize that I don’t have to keep my solutions and cases and glasses handy anymore.

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