As Far As His New Eyes Can See

Today my husband got Lasik eye surgery done. He's been wanting to do this for some time, and so with nervous excitement he found himself in the waiting room this morning, ready to go. I was excited for him, yes, but mostly nervous. I've considered the idea of laser eye surgery for myself but mostly I'm a big chicken. What if I'm the one in a million that has it go wrong?? What if there's a freak moment when the machine goes on the blink (as it were) and oops. Just kidding!! Heh, heh. (I told you I learned well how to worry; I've got it down.)

They asked me if I wanted to watch his surgery. Are you kidding me?? I might get the itch to do this someday and if I watch, you can be sure I'll be cured forever. So I declined. Thank you very much but no I don't believe I'll watch my husband get his eyes sliced open flapped about put my back in whatever it is you do. I'll pass.

Dozens of people I know have had this surgery done and every single one of them has loved it. Positively would do it again---so perhaps I'll get my courage up soon. Until then, these handy little things called glasses will do just nicely. (For some reason I've abandoned my contacts which I have worn for more years than I can even believe. Mostly that's due to laziness.)

Anyway, he's doing great, he's already seeing great and he only had a couple of hours, apparently, of discomfort afterward. He's been trying to keep his eyes shut as much as possible and is wearing these classy little goggle things and is bored out of his mind. This too shall pass. Tomorrow he should be fine. He'll be able to drive and basically be back to business as usual. Amazing stuff, technology. No more contacts. No more four eyes. Woo-hoo!

SIDEBAR: In a funny coincidence, we found out today that my brother got this surgery done yesterday. He lives close to us, we see him probably every week. He and my husband haven't ever talked about having the surgery. Out of the blue and out of the several years in which they each have had the opportunity to get it done, they wind up getting the surgery within a day of each other. One of those odd little happenings.