After being taken upstairs, I was asked to take off my shoes and wear sterile, plastic feet covers. I was shown into a prep room where I washed my hands and face.
One of the staff members helped cover my head with a sterile, green cap. Another kind female assistant handed me a robe and I started taking off my shirt. She looked at me and asked, “Did they go over the instructions with you?” I replied, “Of course. I’m changing into this green thing.” As I continued unbuttoning.
“Eh, sir. The robe goes over your clothes.”
I squinted to see her expression, she wasn’t kidding.
“I, I knew that.” I replied. Without my glasses, I couldn’t tell if she was smirking or at least trying to hide it. This would be the last time I would have this problem. With my eyes sight. (Looking like a fool in front of a young woman sadly happens often.)
But it wasn’t all laughs. Before deciding to undergo the Lasik procedure, I had to be certain my eyes were safe. And safe for the rest of my life. What this blog aims to do is simply present what I went through before, during and after the Lasik procedure in a light hearted way so that you the reader, can relax and make your own decision about whether you’re ready for it or would rather wait a little or continue with contacts and or glasses.
The reason I have not mentioned my name or location anywhere and opted for a secret identity is that I am in fact a writer by profession I would not want to be judged or stereotyped by the blogs I write. I also believe it’s necessary for a writer to write for writing sake as well as for money.
Getting back to the choice of Lasik. It took me a month to gather up the courage to sign the necessary forms that all doctors cover themselves with. Trust me, it is a scary form.
The form might as well say, “I hereby, so and so, legally understand someone will slice my corneas open with a laser beam, change the shape of them and then place them back. I accept the risks of the machine and the elective surgery and am fully aware that in the unlikely event of a mishap, I may walk out circumcised.”
In today’s day and age, a doctor must not only insure himself but make his patient promise that they won’t sue. Don’t get me wrong. I respect all doctors but with the government and pharmaceutical companies interfering, no one is safe and I get where they’re coming from.
However, the term quack is there for a reason and I wouldn’t settle for anything less than the best doctor in town. An attitude we all should have, especially for an elective or cosmetic surgery.
Besides, this was my eyes I was talking about. Not some organ I could abuse like my liver. My sight is probably my favorite of all my senses. I think smell is overrated. Sound, just as much with the music today. Touch has plus points but I do recall getting aroused more times without being touched and just with looking.
Yes, sight was definitely my favorite sense. If I had to wait and save up for the best care from the best doctor and the best machine, I’d do that. And so my search began…
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