This post was originally for Thoughty Thursday but I was busy having Lasik surgery on my left eye yesterday and being sacked out on Xanax. I was a little afraid to answer comments in that state…I’d have likely promised y’all anything. 🙂
I’ve been deeply surprised at how much I’ve been angsting about this surgery. I mean, people do it all the time. Right? Right.
At the beginning of this road, I was actually annoyed that I had to get my eyes done on different dates (doing the right eye on Jan 12th) but now I’m so thankful that I’ll have a “backup eye” in case any of my worries pan out.
What sort of worries?
I’m a WRITER. I can imagine all sorts of stuff, but here’s a summary of the biggies:
What if something goes wrong?
What if I lose my entire eyeball?
What if I go blind in that eye?
What if an earthquake hits at the precise moment my eyeball is being lasered?
What if this new Ziemer laser isn’t so special after all??
I tell you, a writer’s imagination is a curse sometimes… However, what this angst is really about is CHANGE.
Here I pride myself on embracing change and it turns out I’m kind of conditional about the kinds of changes I embrace. The changes on the “unapproved list” just scare the crap out of me. I’m a CHANGE PANSY. *hangs head*
So, what will ACTUALLY change with this surgery?
- The pansy in me is shouting, “Everything!” but it’s the basic things that’ll freak me.
- I’ve worn classes or contacts since the 3rd grade – I can’t even fathom opening my eyes and seeing the world clearly each morning.
- I’ll clearly see my daughter and husband first thing every day…I’ll probably cry the first time and I’m sure group hugs will be in order.
- Currently, I can’t have a discussion without my glasses. Literally.
On numerous occasions I’ve told my husband, “Can you hold on to that (very important) point a moment? I need to go get my glasses.” No vision, no
fightingdiscussing. That’s just the way it is. (Does anyone else feel crippled in a fight without their glasses?)
- No more contact solution or dicey moments when cat or dog hair sneaks underneath the contact, making my eye water uncontrollably.
- No more juggling how to pack and transport all the eyewear and contacts on vacation.
- No more hiding tired mommy eyes behind glasses when it’s been a long night.
- Plus my Disaster Recovery Hubby is enthralled that I can now flee earthquakes, tsunamis and the end of the world without stopping to find my glasses.
Holy Cowbell! We’re post-surgery and I am standing behind Hubby, calling the plays on getting this post up, and I’m not BLIND! I’ve been cleared for the computer (with my new 20/15 left eye) and plan to come romp in the comment section with y’all. Everyone congratulate Hubby on posting his first blog. He’s a rockstar!
Have any of you had life-changing surgery? Were you a nervous wreck going in? Was it difficult depending on others to help you through the simplest of daily tasks? Enquiring minds always want to know here at More Holy Cowbell!
Have a wonderful holiday! Monday’s post is already cracking me up…can’t wait to see how you like it. 🙂