Seeing the world clearly and loving life dearly

Last week I took a step towards a bright, clear future and had laser eye surgery. 

Yes, this post will be full of eyesight puns so if you don’t like what you see – look away!

I was thinking about having laser for a while, my eye sight wasn’t terrible, -1.50 in both eyes so I could just about see without specs, but only outlines. Which isn’t ideal when driving – you kind of need to see whats inside the road signs – not just the frame.

So I thought I would book an appointment to chat it through with a consultant in Harley Street (sounds super posh, when I throw Optical Express into the mix it sounds less so). It’s at this point I would like to mention this isn’t a paid post for Optical Express, if it was I probably wouldn’t include that last sentence.

i can see

not actually my eye scan – mine wasn’t as pretty as this one


After a thorough consultation I learnt that my eyes were suitable,  I could have the surgery, the risk was minimal and I could afford it with monthly payments. I was so excited I booked the surgery appointment on the spot. 1 week later I was sitting in the waiting room of the clinic with my mum starting to wonder if I had done the right thing.

You see, I spoke to a lot of friends who have had laser surgery before my appointment and all of them said it was the best thing they had ever done, what they didn’t say is that you SEE everything. Every little detail you are wide-awake and wide-eyed for, literally. I’ll talk you through it step by step;

  1. numbing drops inserted into eye
  2. nurse leans over mumbling something I cant understand because he has a surgical mask on
  3. big round metal device shoved in eye to keep lids open and stop any blinking (that must have been the mumble)
  4. more drops
  5. suction – this suction is to pull off the front lens of the eye
  6. darkness, because front lens has gone
  7. feeling of impending doom – why have I done this to myself all because my glasses case if inconvenient to carry in a small handbag
  8. laser coming towards eye-ball (great at least I can see the laser)
  9. hold on,  I REALLY see the laser, and it’s coming right for my eye!!!!!
  10. nurse mumbles something I cant hear or see because of said laser in eye!
  11. laser is replaced by metal wand looking thing digging around and playing with the surface of eye
  12. metal wand looking thing goes away,  and big metal device is taken out
  13. horrah! It’s over
  14. nurse mumbles
  15. big round metal device gets shoved in second eye (it’s this moment in time I genuinely wished I was a cyclopes)

After the whole procedure is over – the longest 10 minutes of my life – I was taken into a room to recover and be told what I need to do over the next 24 hours. I think the nurse only managed to say ‘take a seat’ before I fainted.

Fast forward 12 hours and I have slept, eaten (‘hungry eyes’), put an untold number of drops in my eye balls and low and behold I can see!!

In the words of Johnny Nash (and yep I did sing this on repeat for around 24 hours – only this verse though obvs);

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

The next day my Mum took me to have a routine check-up where it’s confirmed I now have 20/20 vision and have been given the all clear to drive that night for my girlie Christmas do. Whoop! But I have been told under no circumstances am I to wear any eye make-up. Big boos. Especially as my eyes look red raw and scratchy, as if someones gone over them with a laser and metal wand type-thing. So I pop to MAC and ask for the brightest, most glittery lipstick to take away any attention from my eyes – clearly this is my only option rather than staying in and miss the annual girls do.

All week I have been fascinated by the things I can see. It’s like a whole new world, one that’s clearer and more truthful…really similar to when I got sober and came into recovery (you didn’t think there would be a whole post without a recovery analogy did you??) Everything was clearer, more real. I started to live life through different eyes, I knew what I wanted, I knew what I didn’t. I’m able to see through things and people who aren’t real and I am able to love myself. I wouldn’t be able to do that through drunken eyes.

I love my life and the world I can see today both through my new sober eyes and my new laser enhanced ones.

i can see 2

Katie xxx

P.S. Hope I didn’t put you off laser eye surgery – it is really, really worth it!

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