So I didn't fry any eyeballs. That's a lovely image, I know. I got home from the procedure yesterday and pretty much passed out until 7:30. Valium and Percocet is a beautiful cocktail let me tell you. I then stretched across the couch and listened to the Met game. Ok I peeked a little, but the eyes felt pretty good. AND I COULD SEE! Hee. Hubby was the best. He picked me up, helped me navigate to the car, got us Chinese food, and then was super-daddy while I was passed out. It felt so good and safe to know I was in his hands and things were in control.
This morning was weird. I still had the shields on my eyes so it's not like I woke up and stretched to greet the day 20/20. But I turned my head and saw my clock without pulling it up to my face. Sweet. My left eye still hurt though, and the right was blurry. Overall I could see, but I could tell both my eyes were not the same, you know?
Back at the eye doctor I checked out fine though. My flaps looked "great". Well why the hell does it feel like I have a huge grain of sand in my eye? Well she said it looked great, not that it was flat and smooth. I have to keep using my drops and give it a few days. I think I overestimated my ability to work today; it was miserable. My sunglasses make it a little better, but now I have to listen to my co-workers call me "Stevie" and "Ray" and generally just laugh when I walk into the room.
Tomorrow when I can see a little less wonky I will tell you exactly what's involved in LASIK first hand. Stay tuned... LOL