Dull Moments

The truth about PRK… it’s not… that bad. I have a high pain tolerance and everyone is different, so take it all with a grain of salt. Your PRK could be mind-crushingly painful. It hurts. I’m not going to lie. It hurts a lot. When I hit my wall, I knew this is “what they had been talking about”. This happened at about 20 hours post-op for me, early on Saturday afternoon. I excused myself and went upstairs to rest. However, no matter what I did, I found that everywhere was too bright for me to relax, even with sunglasses on top of other shades. Since lying in a bathroom that a 2 year uses was not appealing, I went to the only other place in our beautiful, window-filled home that was sealed from natural daylight – our walk-in closet in our master bedroom. If you house-hunt in the near future, walk into that master closet and think to yourself, “Hmm… could I sprawl out on the floor in pain if need be?” You’re welcome. I made a little nest for myself in our closet, and then I shoved things ...

So… I did it! I had PRK {laser vision corrective}surgery. This blog post contains medical descriptions. If you have a weak stomach, don’t read on. I am a medical over-sharer. I both share and ask other people to share way too much personal, medical information. Blame it on my dad. When my grandmother offered, out of the blue, to pay for LASIK for me, I was ecstatic. I was recovering from a bad cold when my mom told me the news, so my voice could barely peep a noise out, but I was screaming in my mind. I have wanted laser eye surgery to correct my vision since I could understand what it was. For the record, my right eye had a -5.50 and my left a -5.75 with a slight astigmatism before. If you don’t know what that means, I was freaking blind, ok? So, when I went to the vision center for my “free consultation” and they said, “You are not a candidate for LASIK” I just about had a mental breakdown… until they said, “You can get PRK!”. I had not heard about PRK, LASIK’s cousin that no one lik...

Whiner No, for real. I’m whiney. A lot. We are doing the study, “Lord Change My Attitude” for women’s Bible study this fall, and the whiner in me would like to whine about how hard it is not to whine. This week, my adorable/wonderful/awesome friend, Bridget, Facebook announced her pregnancy. I love her and Ian so much, and I’m so happy for them… and then I felt it: the small twinge of jealousy - jealousy for the excitement, for a defined stage in life, for a little baby, for knowing you should have a baby, for all of it. Granted it was a small twinge, but it was there, and it was wrong. I woke up this morning, early for a meeting at the clinic (a meeting at which I found out that one of my patients, who was weird but perfectly nice to me, had threatened to bomb our clinic and shoot anyone who survives – you know, normal meeting stuff). I was making coffee when Rick rushed down, running late. He called for a sleepy, not-really-awake 2 year old Emm to follow him. Dr...