I underwent LASIK treatment yesterday.
I’ve been very nearsighted (20/400) since I was in 6th grade, and from the day I first wore glasses (on a class trip to Springfield), not another has passed where I haven’t. I’ve been ready to be done with them for a long time, and finally got around to it.
The procedure was very weird. Lying back in the chair, things happened to me very quickly. It’s impossible to see what’s going on, but I’m familiar enough with the procedure to know â€œthey are attaching the vacuum clamp to my eyeballâ€¦rotating over to the flap-cutting laserâ€¦cutting the corneal flapâ€¦folding back the flapâ€¦ablating the corneaâ€¦smoothing back the flap.â€ The whole process took less than five minutes. Gwen watched the whole thing in horror and amazement (which is pretty much how I felt when I watched her go through it about a year ago). When Gwen had hers done, they gave her valium that kicked in before the procedure started, so she was checked out the whole time. They gave me valium too, but it didn’t kick in until after I was home. So I lay there, rigid, thinking in the abstract about what was happening to me, while the actual events were proceeding with well-practiced speed above me.
Right now my left eye feels kind of scratchy. Both are bloodshot. Light sources have haloes around them, and my vision feels a little offâ€”a little hazy or something. It’s hard to describe. Nothing out of the ordinary from what I understand. But my acuity is good. Predictably, my near vision has suffered a littleâ€”it’s hard to focus closer than 3.5â€œ away (that’s still very good, of course). I’ve got a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning.
Not putting on glasses is a weird feeling: I tried on my old glasses and was bowled over at the funhouse-mirror effect.
Now, for the first time in my life, I can buy cheap sunglasses. Or expensive ones.