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I got Lasik eye surgery yesterday. Now, let me tell you something. It was amazing..the fact that I can see today and what not without my glasses. But everyone said the experience was easy and pain free, what the fuck ever.
It was the worst experience I have ever had. BUT I do feel a shit ton better today.
The day before I went in for my 90 minute pre-op appointment so they could tell me if I was a candidate or not and what kind of surgery I qualified for. Turned out I was a perfect candidate. yay. $3,000 for both eyeballs. Those motherfuckers are rich as shit. Anyway, so I make my appointment for the nest day since dad is going on vacation and he wanted to make sure he was here in case something went wrong. So I go in yesterday and I check in and they take my blood pressure. 145 over 96. Hiiiiiiigh. My heart was 100 per minute. ha. They ask me if I want a Valium, I said yes but then they said a tylenol PM would be a better choice bc I'm supposed to sleep 4 hours afterward to sleep off the pain. So I'm like whatever you say and take the Tylenol PM. Doctor Marino comes in, introduces himself, looks at my ring, yadda yadda, doesn't tell me shit and I'm about to vom all over the place. I have a cap on and things over my easrs bc of some water and that's when I freaked out and was talking crazy about water. Dad was laughing, I was not. Doc came in, said he was ready and led me into the next room while my Dad stayed to watch the video they would shoot of me. I didn't have my glasses on of course, so I was stumbling as the nurses led me to the first table..yes, the FIRST, there were more. I laid down, almost to the point of tears, and all of a sudden, they were shoving the speculum on my right eye and pressing down. I felt like my eyeball was gonna pop out the socket. Then I held still for 19 seconds while they lasered a cut to make the corneal flap. The next eye..19 seconds..and pain. The numbing drops were lame. Then they said to move to the next table and that my vision would be blurred. Blurred my ass, my left eyes vision was completely gray and my right was cloudy. I was fuckin scared..I could barely breathe. So I got to the next table where they will laser my eye. They did the speculum again holding my eye open, and told me to stare at the blinking red light which was hard bc I couldn't focus my eye. He unfolded the flap and 21 seconds of lasering my right eye. It smelled like burnt hair. Laser was down, put the flap down, and put a shit ton of drops in my eye. Left eye was the same. Then I sat up and they said that it would be hazy but I could still see. And I could. I could see the clock without my glasses. So they give me some prescriptions for 3 different kinds of eyedrops and Vicodin. Oh yes. By the time Dad and I got to the car, I could not open my eyes. It was the worst pain ever. It felt like there was soap in there that wouldn't come out. The whole time Dad drove to CVS and home, I had my head down in my knees. He gave me a Vicodin to help me sleep and helped me put on my shields/glasses and taped them to my face so I don't damage my eyes. And I tried to sleep.
Worst part over because when I woke up at 7:30, my eyes didn't hurt so bad and I could seeeeee! But the tape almost ripped off the skin on my face and I have to sleep like that for a week. No make up, no working out, no tanning, no rollercoasters. Lame.
Today I go in for my post-op appointment. yay. I'm grateful for the surgery but it was crazy.
The end.
It was the worst experience I have ever had. BUT I do feel a shit ton better today.
The day before I went in for my 90 minute pre-op appointment so they could tell me if I was a candidate or not and what kind of surgery I qualified for. Turned out I was a perfect candidate. yay. $3,000 for both eyeballs. Those motherfuckers are rich as shit. Anyway, so I make my appointment for the nest day since dad is going on vacation and he wanted to make sure he was here in case something went wrong. So I go in yesterday and I check in and they take my blood pressure. 145 over 96. Hiiiiiiigh. My heart was 100 per minute. ha. They ask me if I want a Valium, I said yes but then they said a tylenol PM would be a better choice bc I'm supposed to sleep 4 hours afterward to sleep off the pain. So I'm like whatever you say and take the Tylenol PM. Doctor Marino comes in, introduces himself, looks at my ring, yadda yadda, doesn't tell me shit and I'm about to vom all over the place. I have a cap on and things over my easrs bc of some water and that's when I freaked out and was talking crazy about water. Dad was laughing, I was not. Doc came in, said he was ready and led me into the next room while my Dad stayed to watch the video they would shoot of me. I didn't have my glasses on of course, so I was stumbling as the nurses led me to the first table..yes, the FIRST, there were more. I laid down, almost to the point of tears, and all of a sudden, they were shoving the speculum on my right eye and pressing down. I felt like my eyeball was gonna pop out the socket. Then I held still for 19 seconds while they lasered a cut to make the corneal flap. The next eye..19 seconds..and pain. The numbing drops were lame. Then they said to move to the next table and that my vision would be blurred. Blurred my ass, my left eyes vision was completely gray and my right was cloudy. I was fuckin scared..I could barely breathe. So I got to the next table where they will laser my eye. They did the speculum again holding my eye open, and told me to stare at the blinking red light which was hard bc I couldn't focus my eye. He unfolded the flap and 21 seconds of lasering my right eye. It smelled like burnt hair. Laser was down, put the flap down, and put a shit ton of drops in my eye. Left eye was the same. Then I sat up and they said that it would be hazy but I could still see. And I could. I could see the clock without my glasses. So they give me some prescriptions for 3 different kinds of eyedrops and Vicodin. Oh yes. By the time Dad and I got to the car, I could not open my eyes. It was the worst pain ever. It felt like there was soap in there that wouldn't come out. The whole time Dad drove to CVS and home, I had my head down in my knees. He gave me a Vicodin to help me sleep and helped me put on my shields/glasses and taped them to my face so I don't damage my eyes. And I tried to sleep.
Worst part over because when I woke up at 7:30, my eyes didn't hurt so bad and I could seeeeee! But the tape almost ripped off the skin on my face and I have to sleep like that for a week. No make up, no working out, no tanning, no rollercoasters. Lame.
Today I go in for my post-op appointment. yay. I'm grateful for the surgery but it was crazy.
The end.