I have just figured out why, when you have real surgery, they generally schedule it at o’God thirty AM. It’s because forcing someone to wait through the hours before they cut open parts of their body is just too cruel.
The LASIK is scheduled at 12:30, and I’m supposed to eat a normal lunch first. Given that nervousness generally hits me right in the digestive system, I may not be doing that.
Sigh. On the other hand, Mom went through eye surgery where they *scraped off* (eek) cataracts and implanted lenses, and she doesn’t seem to have been too bothered for it. I like to use my Mom as a role model for courage, in the sense of “if she could deal with it, then I can”. This may not be entirely true, for two reasons: 1. While Mom is generally kind of timid, she has what I think of as a particularly female sort of courage: she’s only timid about optional stuff. If there’s something that has to be done, she can always do it, and without too much fuss. 2. She’s gone through childbirth, twice.
However, I try to ignore those two things, for this purpose, and remember all the things I’ve done that even vicariously scared the daylights out of her.
Well, if it’s any comfort, I did not experience any pain at all during the surgery. It was weird losing the sight in the eye being operated on, but it was so brief that I was still marveling at it when it was over. One thing I’d recommend — if it’s a sunny day, take a hoodie or a scarf that you can put over your eyes on your way home. The folks where I had mine gave me those big old-people sunglasses, but I really needed to pull my hood over my eyes on the way home because the light was too much! Also, go right to sleep when you get home and let your eyelids help your eyes get over the surgery. When you wake up, wow.
Good luck, sweetie! ~LA