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It's a glorious cool, rainy day. I wish it could be like this more often. I crave my warm clothes, boots, hoodies. I want to feel armored instead of deciding how much clothing I can stand to wear for the amount of time I'll be in the glaring burn of the outdoors.
Lasik went well. It was terrifying, I could have used more valium earlier honestly. I was intensely grateful for the drops that numbed my eyes so they could stick the terrifying instruments in that held my lids back. Also I would never like to have my eyes taped open again so long as I live. Let's just mark that off the potential fetish list right now.
Though really all these drops and having strangers touch my face is probably going a long way towards making me less nervy about eyes. Still.
I have very minimal bruising, though it looks fucking terrible if I lift my lids. The craziest thing is how well I can see now. Still big halos on car lights and lots of things feel way too bright. I wear sunglasses at the computer often. The glasses also keep me from accidentally rubbing at my eyes. Technically I don't have to sleep in the plastic goggles but I do just because it makes me feel more secure.
Yesterday I saw my optometrist and tested at 20/15. He said that was crazy for one day out, to expect my vision to fluctuate a little based on my personal biology and history as well as the recovery from the bruising and swelling. But it should be good to be perfectly clear when I'm completely healed.
I look forward to buying lots of cheap sunglasses. And being able to wear masks. And working out without glasses. Not having to touch my eyes to get contacts in and out. I've been wearing glasses since I was eleven or twelve. I got contacts for the first time when I was twenty five. The majority of my life, my vision has never been truly awful but just bad enough. Aside from middle school, and the time I saw a girl break a kid's glasses by hitting him in the face with a flute case, I've never had any hangups about my glasses. But I'm really looking forward to not having them.
Mostly I'm just looking forward to cheap sunglasses all the time. Forever. Maybe even some expensive sunglasses. I want a pair of full on California 80's Ray Bans.
I donated my old glasses to a program providing free vision care for kids in Mexico. I hope they go to some hipster goth kid in some small Mexican town who listens to Depeche Mode.
Lasik went well. It was terrifying, I could have used more valium earlier honestly. I was intensely grateful for the drops that numbed my eyes so they could stick the terrifying instruments in that held my lids back. Also I would never like to have my eyes taped open again so long as I live. Let's just mark that off the potential fetish list right now.
Though really all these drops and having strangers touch my face is probably going a long way towards making me less nervy about eyes. Still.
I have very minimal bruising, though it looks fucking terrible if I lift my lids. The craziest thing is how well I can see now. Still big halos on car lights and lots of things feel way too bright. I wear sunglasses at the computer often. The glasses also keep me from accidentally rubbing at my eyes. Technically I don't have to sleep in the plastic goggles but I do just because it makes me feel more secure.
Yesterday I saw my optometrist and tested at 20/15. He said that was crazy for one day out, to expect my vision to fluctuate a little based on my personal biology and history as well as the recovery from the bruising and swelling. But it should be good to be perfectly clear when I'm completely healed.
I look forward to buying lots of cheap sunglasses. And being able to wear masks. And working out without glasses. Not having to touch my eyes to get contacts in and out. I've been wearing glasses since I was eleven or twelve. I got contacts for the first time when I was twenty five. The majority of my life, my vision has never been truly awful but just bad enough. Aside from middle school, and the time I saw a girl break a kid's glasses by hitting him in the face with a flute case, I've never had any hangups about my glasses. But I'm really looking forward to not having them.
Mostly I'm just looking forward to cheap sunglasses all the time. Forever. Maybe even some expensive sunglasses. I want a pair of full on California 80's Ray Bans.
I donated my old glasses to a program providing free vision care for kids in Mexico. I hope they go to some hipster goth kid in some small Mexican town who listens to Depeche Mode.