So I had my laser eye surgery yesterday. Good thing Zach was there because I definitely got more stressed as the appointment went on. I was primarily stressed about the financial aspect and the fact that I hadn't been prepping for this for a week since it was planned so quickly.
Everything went perfectly fine. Leading up to the surgery they redid the tests, which is all very easy. Zach was able to stay with me up until they sliced my eye open, so for about an hour. It all felt very fast after he left, though, which was good. They told me I'd be waiting for a few minutes after he left.. nope, he left and I got put in the first room, where the doctor immediately came in and started. It was much more uncomfortable than I expected. Looking back I am not surprised, because I literally went in expecting no pain whatsoever. I'm an idiot. The procedure itself had very little actual pain involved, but a good amount of pressure. They say don't confuse "pressure" with "pain." My response? Pressure on your eyeball is painful! It was not fun, but the whole time I kept thinking to myself.. "this is worth it."
After they opened up my eyeball (so fun saying that, and even more fun seeing your eye get opened up..) they walked me into the next room to do the correction part of the procedure. It goes pretty quickly but also is not the most comfortable thing in the world. As I laid down I almost had a panic attack because I didn't realize there were two different portions in two different rooms, so when the first part was done I thought I was done. I started thinking to myself that I probably should have taken the Xanex, but I was able to calm myself down within 5 seconds and according to the doctors I was excellent throughout the surgery. Because of my fair skin he was worried that the cutting my open part would be more difficult, but he said things went much better than expected. Relieving. Then they taped these bug eye things on my face and put sunglasses on my. Not as cool. Zach laughed out loud at me as I walked into the completely full waiting room. Thanks. He also refused to carry me to the car as I had been telling him all along he had to do (jokingly). Thanks again ;)
It wasn't until we were pulling into our apartment garage that I started not feeling so well. At first I thought it was just nausea from having my eyes closed the whole ride home since I get car sick anyways. By the time I got to the couch I realized I was in a lot of pain; I had a migraine, my stomach still hurt, my eyes were on fire to say the least. My mom had mentioned how she watched the ACC tournament after her surgery so I couldn't figure out why I wasn't even able to open my eyes and was in so much pain when she hadn't been, which was very scary. After a while I felt comfortable enough that I let Zach go to the store for some salad supplies and after I ate I took half the Vicodin. At that point the pain had already started to become more tolerable (I had also taken an extra strength Tylenol right after I got home) but the Vicodin really made it so I could function. I was able to open my eyes to the point where Zach started yelling at me for peaking at the TV for too long. He took very good care of me. I'm very fortunate that I had him help me through this, especially the part where I was so scared.
This morning I woke up and could see across the room. I can't even remember the last time I was able to do that. It is the most incredible feeling. My eyes are pretty red around where they cut them open (looks pretty funny - there is the blue and then a sliver of white and then a perfect line where the red starts) but I am feeling no pain whatsoever. Occasionally they will feel a little dry or abnormal, but I think a lot of that has to do with how much red there is. I have a followup appointment today (and like once a week for the next few months.. bleh) so we'll see what the deal with the red is, but I'm pretty confident that everything is okay. There isn't even any blurriness or anything. I can't say enough how great it is.
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