LASIK, and I’m a Ninny

I’m getting LASIK. Technically, PRK, but it’s LASIK as far as anyone else should be concerned.

You see (pun not intended), I hate glasses. I really hate glasses. I also hate contacts. Contacts dry my eyes out and glasses put a frame on the world, and I don’t want to have everything I looked at framed. Especially things that are already framed.

This leaves me with the choice of LASIK. It’s an elective surgery, and more than I ever want to pay. But the Lord provided and I have the chance to get it for practically nothing and with a doctor who operates at Johns Hopkins. If you didn’t know, Johns Hopkins is one of the premierest of premier hospitals in the country and they have an excellent eye institute. So I’m in good hands.

The problem comes with the pain associated with the procedure and the recovery time. Lasik is generally low pain and has a fast recovery time, PRK not so much. PRK is LASIK’S evil ancestor, but technically the safer version of the surgery. My doctor is prescribing PRK for several reasons, primarily because my eyesight isn’t that terrible and PRK is the choice for active people (and subsequently the choice for the army and fighter pilots).

I could delve into the actual difference in the procedures, but basically with LASIK a flap is cut in the cornea, not so with PRK. The flap can become dislodged, which is why PRK is oh so much cooler.

Back to the pain associated with PRK. I have been forewarned that I will feel like I have sand in my eyes for a week, and I may encounter blurry vision for weeks, even months. So, that’s fun. The doctor isn’t even giving me any pain killers for the recovery. For the first couple days I have to keep my eyes closed as much as possible, with sand in my eyes and aspirin. Aspirin. The internet has told me that other doctors prescribe their patients more serious painkillers. Aspirin. First world problems, right?

My fear of eye surgery may come from watching a video of my teacher’s cataract eye surgery during lunch in elementary school. It just might. But really it comes down to the unpredictability of the outcome. I could be completely fine within a week of my surgery, or I could come out of this with weeks of pain and worse vision. The doctor can’t actually promise the outcome since everyone heals differently. But I shall endure for the sake of seeing the world, and it will make Caleb so happy. Send me your prayers.

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