Last night was crazy. Lara started getting some really bad nausea and vertigo, and we were really concerned because it started just after her first cervical epidural injection. Marlene was a real life-saver, and she drove all the way out from the coast to help us out. I took Lara to the ER, and all they did was give her some drugs. Funny story: Lara was wearing black nailpolish, and when they gave her some diazepam they wanted to monitor her so they put her on pulse oximetry. The pulse ox read 91% on room air the whole time, and it kept setting off alarms, but nobody ever came in to check the monitor or silence the alarm. Finally, I had to silence that sucker.
So, I went into Dr. Vishteh’s office this morning. I was the first surgery of the day. When I got back in the room, they started giving me aftercare instructions for LASIK. I told them that I was having PRK, and they started trying to tell me that I was getting LASIK. Then they kept asking me why I wanted PRK. Finally I had to say: “Look, I want PRK. I called and scheduled my appointment for PRK, give me PRK.” You’d think when you pay four grand for something they wouldn’t argue with you.
I went in to the back room, they anesthetised my eyes with some topical, and then they taped my eyelids open and put a speculum in my eye. He put alcohol on my eye to kill the epithelial cells, then scraped them away. I felt some pressure, and it was a little uncomfortable, but not painful. Then he dried it off and started lasing. It was a lot of lasing, because I have a strong prescription – about 2 minutes of smelling my burning flesh. Afterwards, he rinsed my eye out, threw on a contact lens, and I was done!
I slept most of the day, but I wasn’t in pain at all. My vision is pretty blurry, and I can barely see the computer screen, but I can see!