My laser eye surgery experience

Even though my colleague at work had told me that her nan went blind after laser eye surgery; even though my doctor had warned me that my eyeballs could collapse if too much of the outer layer was burnt away; even though, on the car ride to surgery, Papa Roach started screaming at me through the radio “losing my sight, losing mind, wish somebody would tell me I’m fine…” – true story – I decided to opt for lasek eye surgery.

For personal reason- mainly long-term expenses and a desire to use the treadmill without visual aids – I saved up approximately £2800 and booked in for laser eye surgery via a link on Groupon – because I’m thrifty. I did first attempt to use the high street chains, but honestly, the staff there kept trying to drive up the price and I felt they cared more for increasing their sales than looking after my eyeballs. So instead, I went to Viewpoint Vision located in St Helen’s hospital. The designated doctor there was much more informative and trustworthy, and I was sold straight away.

During the procedure there was very little pain, just discomfort. Having your eyelids clamped open feels weird. Because of the numbing drops, you get to watch the show – super close up – without feeling much of anything, apart from the pressure. At one point, for only a few seconds, something was pressed down so firmly on my eyeball that everything went grey. Again, very weird. The laser part itself was actually quite nice. Just a pattern of blinking green and red lights to distract you from the fact that you can no longer blink.

When the procedure was finished and my eyeballs were being washed, I could see. It was only very brief – before I had to shut my eyes for two whole days – but I caught a glimpse of the world through perfect vision and it was magical. Immediately, the money spent mattered none…

Or so I thought; until the numbing drops wore off and I was in agony. It felt like my eyeballs had been scratched to pieces. I sat in bed – eyes sealed, sunglasses on, hood up, curtains drawn, lights off – feeling very, very sorry for myself. It was difficult to do anything – walking, eating, and something they don’t warn you about, pooping! I didn’t poop for two days because I couldn’t see what I was doing. My partner offered to help, bless his heart, but I couldn’t put him through it. That is how you know you’ve found your soulmate – or, arse-hole-mate.

Anyway, after two painful days, I could just about open my eyes and the side effects were beginning to decrease. I could see, and it was incredible. The gift of sight was worth every penny and I had no regrets. I did have to take various eye drops over the next couple of months, which cost approximately £40, and I went for multiple check ups. Thankfully, there were no further complications and my vision turned out even better than expected.

I can honestly say I am over the moon with my decision to not only have the surgery, but to undergo surgery with such a lovely establishment. Here’s to the next couple of decades – hopefully – without glasses or contacts!

My tips for those who are having the surgery:

  • Prepare for constipation.
  • Have a helping hand at your beck and call, if you can.
  • Find a good podcast or audio book beforehand to listen to during your recovery period.
  • Book at least a week off work.
  • Buy yourself a lot of comfort food and treats.
Goodbye glasses!

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