As long as I’ve known about vision correction surgery, I’ve
been uninterested in it. My thought was
that it was easy enough to correct my vision with contacts and glasses, so it
wasn’t really worth the risk of slicing and dicing my eyes for possibly better
vision. But last year when I went to the
eye doctor I bought just enough contacts to last me exactly one year. I wasn’t really thinking about getting
surgery, but in the back of my mind I was suddenly leaving that door open. And in the past year my contacts have been
annoying me more and more. It’s a real
bummer always trying to plan around them.
Am I going to be out late tonight?
Should I bring a contact case and some solution and my glasses in case
my contacts get dried out? Should I just
wear glasses to wherever I’m going? Will
pictures be taken and will I mind being in glasses in those pictures
forever? It doesn’t seem like a big
deal, but contacts and glasses really have become a big part of my life. So over the past few months the idea of
surgery has been creeping into my mind.
I finally made a consultation appointment at one of the
surgical centers in the valley for last week.
It was just a consultation. The
doctor’s office sent me a bunch of brochures ahead of time so I could know what
to expect. Those brochures, along with
everything I was finding online, detailed the three most common vision
correction surgeries: lasik, which is the simplest surgery and has the fastest
recovery, but is for people with only the most basic vision problems and pretty
good eye conditions; prk, which needs a few days recovery and is for people
with worse vision; and ICL, which is the most complicated: it’s an implanted
contact lens, and is for people with big pupils, dry eyes, and is twice as
expensive. My eye doctor has always told
me that I have big pupils, and I know from life that I have dry eyes, so I was
pretty confident that during my consultation the doctor would tell me I was
only a candidate for ICL, which I wasn’t interested in doing, and I could live
in peace knowing I had tried but it wasn’t worth the trouble. So this consultation didn’t seem like a very
big deal to me. And then the doctor threw
me for a loop.
Oh, but first a tangent.
One of the tests during the exam was to form a triangle with both hands
and look through it, then put it my hands in my lap (still with the triangle)
and then look through it with the other eye.
I don’t know what this is supposed to test, but it turns out I’m
ambidextrous. Apparently, most people
have to readjust their hands or have trouble finding their other eye. I just went straight from eye to lap to eye
with no problem. So, neat.
Anyway, after the technician ran all the tests and told me
she thought I was a better candidate for PRK than lasik, the doctor came in and
said I looked like a perfect candidate for lasik. I was shocked. I really wasn’t expecting that. I asked a few questions, and she had good
answers for all of them. So I went out
to the front desk to see when I could schedule a surgery. I was expecting a couple months to still wrap
my head around this. I still hadn’t even
decided if I wanted surgery. I was only
looking into the idea. But they had an
opening that Friday- four days later!
The idea of being able to see by the weekend was too much to resist, so
I signed up (plus, it was the last day of their summer special pricing).
I spent the rest of last week freaking out about whether I
was making the right choice or if I was risking good enough vision with the
possibility of losing it all. By Friday
I was mostly convinced that lasik was a good thing, but still not totally
sure. But I went anyway. The surgery was gross. Fast but gross. Afterwards, I had to sit in the waiting room
for a couple hours so the doctor could do a follow up before I left. So I sat there with plastic shields taped to
my face to keep me from touching my eyes (yep, like a dog with a cone on my
head), putting eye drops in every 20 minutes.
After 2 hours, the doctor had me read some letters on the opposite wall
of her exam room (I could read almost nothing, but she told me I was seeing
20/40 already, so whatever), and then my hometeacher and his wife came and
picked me up (I had driven straight from work, so I needed two people- one to
drive me and my car and one to drive their car). I spent the rest of Friday night putting in
eye drops every 20 minutes and retaping the plastic shields on. It was
really glamorous. But nothing compared
to the next morning when I woke up with my eyes crusted completely shut. Super cute.
Once I broke through the grossness though, I could see! I walked around my house marveling at how I
could see clocks from a distance, I could tell when a spot on the floor was
just the carpet being rubbed the wrong way and not a spider, I could see
license plates on the cars outside! It’s
fantastic! My eyes still hurt and I’m
still doing a lot of eye drops, but it’s getting better each day. Mostly it’s just fantastic! I think the worst side effect is that I’m
going to have to start cleaning my shower.
Because I can see it now.