If seeing is believing, then I am thrilled to announce that I believe!
Because I can see!
I believe, because this past Mother’s Day I opened up a package from Erik and pulled out a detailed information booklet from the best facility in our area on LASIK surgery.
I believe I nearly peed my pants when he told me that it was paid for and all I had to do was make the appointment.
I believe I have wanted this procedure more than anything else I can think of (okay, so world peace would be nice too) for longer than I can remember.
I believe I have worn glasses and/or contacts for over 27 years. And disliked every minute of it.
I believe that I wore contacts for about ten years before my eyes decided it felt like shards of glass had been lodged in my corneas whenever I wore them for more than an hour or two.
I believe that with vision as bad as mine I always had to choose the thick, chunky eyeglass frames in an attempt to hide how thick my -5 lenses were.
I believe, because yesterday morning a very skilled physician used some highly sophisticated technology to correct my blindness extremely poor vision. I want to hug him.
I believe I said, “This is the last time I will (fill in the blank) with glasses on” no less than 463 times before the surgery.
I believe I was a nervous wreck the night before and the morning of the procedure, but after a lovely dose of sedative the nurse gave me, all was right with the world again. I want to hug her.
I believe that the prayer the doctor said before the procedure was more for his benefit than mine. But I certainly wasn’t going to say no.
I believe that I can be covered up to my elbows in blood and guts (which has happened on more than one occasion) and not be grossed out in the slightest. But when it comes to eyes, I get squeamish very easily. I thought I was going to vomit several times yesterday.
I believe that the doctor’s assistant telling me I would feel “a little pressure” while the suction ring was placed on my eyes is a big fat liar. Ow.
I believe that even though the machine that cut into my corneas is quite fancy and has a technical name of “microkeratome”, it sounded an awful lot like the circular saw in our garage. That mental image is hard to dismiss.
I believe that once you get past the smell of burning corneal tissue, the actual lasering of the eyeball is the easiest part to endure.
I believe that I did a little happy dance as I dropped my glasses and prescription sunglasses into the Lions Club donation box on my way out of the building. Dancing under the influence should be prohibited.
I believe I was in shock on the ride home, not quite believing that I was seeing the world so clearly with my own eyes. I was half convinced that the contact “bandages” were actually my prescription contacts.
I truly believe now that they have been removed, and I read the letter chart on the wall, I got tears in my eyes when the doctor told me I now have 20/20 vision for the first time in over 27 years. Before the procedure I couldn’t even see the big “E”.
I believe that being forbidden to wear any makeup for one week is actually quite liberating. But after that I will be buying stock in concealer.
I believe that LASIK surgery is the quickest, most life changing procedure one can undergo if they are so fortunate. And if you live in the Pacific Northwest, and are considering having it done, I have a recommendation of where you should go.
I believe my husband is the the most generous, amazing, selfless person on earth for giving me such a precious gift. He won some money and instead of buying something for himself with it, he bought me LASIK vision correction. He said nothing else we could spend the money on would improve my quality of life as much as this, and also, then he “would be able to see my beautiful eyes more easily”. I want to hug him. Again.
I can see!
And seeing is believing.