I wrote this ages ago, a week after I got my eyes lasered (which isn't a porper verb, I think, but whatever. For some reason (laziness, most likely), I've only gotten to posting this now... and I think it's important that I warn you that there is a disgusting photograph found within this entry. Enjoy!
I’ve had glasses for most of my life. Having gotten tired of asking our teacher to transfer to the front of the classroom because I couldn’t read whatever was written on the board (take note that we were only a class of 4, so the classroom was extremely small), I asked to be brought to an optometrist. I wasn’t really worried about getting, as children like say, "an extra pair of eyes". In fact, I actually liked it because I was a huge fan of Harry Potter, who wore glasses, too.
Since then, my grade kept increasing & increasing, and I started using contact lenses (because there actually came a point where I didn’t like wearing glasses anymore – you know, that moment when you actually start to care about your appearance?). To keep the long story short, though, one morning I woke up and couldn’t open my left eye. It looked as though someone punched me in the face, and it felt horrible whenever there was light. It hurt so bad to even just look at my laptop screen that I would watch television shows on it with all the lights in my room turned off… and with sunglasses on.
After getting my eye checked, it turned out that my eye was inflamed because I got a scar from over wearing my contacts. Worse, there was a scar on my cornea, which was why my left eye's vision was all hazy, like there was a thin film of dirt right over it.
Contacts are supposed to be worn for a maximum of 8 hours only, and I wore mine for, well, much longer than that. I went to Doctor Yong Larrazabal to get my eyes checked again, and he suggested that I undergo the LASIK procedure… which I had done on my eyes last Wednesday, and I have never been happier to get a body part of mine completely removed and put back on again – although that was the only time I would let something like that happen.
I still haven’t gotten used to seeing so clearly without the help of corrective lenses. On the way home from the operation, I was closing my eyes in the car to prevent them from drying out. When I opened them, I could actually read the price list of the gasoline station we passed by. “Oh my God, I can read!” I seriously said out loud. Those numbers used to be blurry white shapes before I had LASIK done. My vision wasn't perfect yet, but when I woke up the next day, it was the most amazing thing ever. I walked around our house letting everyone know that I could see already!
I am completely happy with the procedure I underwent, and would advise anybody who’s planning to have it to get it done! It wasn’t painful at all, but there was just a slight discomfort when they vacuumed my eyes (yes, there was some sort of vacuuming action done on my eyes). I have to admit that I was nervous before the whole thing (what if they do it wrong? what if I end up blind?), but the Valium they gave me surely helped (I would also like to point out that they played a DVD of Beyonce's concert in the patients' waiting area. Haha).
There is nothing better than waking up and not having to feel my bedside table for my glasses anymore… there may have been the slightest bit of separation anxiety when I officially said goodbye to my glasses (I mean, really, I had depended on them for so long), but not needing them anymore makes me beyond happy... although I still keep my glasses on the table right next to my bed.
