Lasik Mess

So, after wearing glasses/contacts since I was 7 years old, I finally decided it was time for Lasik. I'm good with contacts, responsible about taking them out every night and cleaning properly...but, after I had Miriam it really became a safety issue. If she needed me in the middle of the night, I couldn't go right to her. I would have to find my glasses and usally wake Paul up to help me. It was time. So, we scheduled it for 6/12, knowing I would have to wear glasses for nearly two weeks before to adjust my eyes for the surgery.

Glasses are miserable.

I have no idea how people wear them regularly. You can't exercise and you sweat so much more when you aren't doing anything that would normally make you sweat. I hated that whole week and a half. But, right now, I'd give anything to have my glasses back.

We went in last Thursday to a very reputable doctor. Everyone there could not have been more kind and professional. I was beyond nervous. More nervous about this than labor or when I found out I was having a c-section. I've never had valium before...they suggested I take one. Then two. Then Three. I TOOK THREE VALIUM and still was about to come out of my skin. The surgeon was a young Asian doctor, which somehow made me more comfortable. Paul got to watch on a video screen as they lasered a "flap" in each eye. The word "flap" kept me sick all day. Then they lasered my cornea for about 50 seconds in each eye (a regular person it's only 20 seconds, but my vision was terrible). And then I was done. I knew when they walked me to leave that something wasn't right. They convinced me to go home, take a nap and when I woke up I would be able to see. Everyone there was so sweet and reassuring that this was the best thing I could have ever do...lasik is the greatest! Whatever.

I was in major pain. Something wasn't right and I knew it. The next morning at my post-op with my eye doctor, my fears were confirmed. I cried in the chair to some tech who was probably 19 yrs old about how I was so afraid I would never see again. Turns out in one of my eyes, the 'flap' didn't lay all the way back down and some of my eye was MISSING. The doctor put a contact on me and told me that my EYE HAD TO GROW BACK. I just wanted to get in the bed and I wanted Paul to take care of me. I called Libba and she came to our rescue. She drove five hours and was the biggest help ever. She played with Miriam, bathed her, fed her. And I didn't feel guilty that I wasn't able to play with Miriam...b/c fun Libba was here. We met with the doctor again on Saturday and I had to wear the contact another day b/c my eye didn't grow back all the way. Seriously, I was so over it (still am) by that point. It hurt, I was ticked that everyone said I would have this miraculous vision, REALLY MAD about the money spent and so sad that I couldn't do all the Father's Day things that I wanted to for Paul. UGH!!! Libba left on Sunday morning. I cried. Paul bought a car in the middle of all this, so he is happy. I can sort of see now, but NOTHING like I expected. I've got a 1 week appointment tomorrow afternoon, so maybe I can talk about getting some of my money back or something. SO DISAPPOINTED!!! It's over now. Nothing I can do now, except squint.