Not my EYES!!

The other day I realized I did not have extra contacts for my right eye so I had to quickly order and get more. For some reason I have 10 left contacts but no right ones even though I bought the same amount of each. That is what happens when your life is a little crazy!LOL

I call to tell TR about my little contact errand and that I must have 10 right contact somewhere in the house. He once again asks me if I have considered having Lasik surgery lately.

TR had lasik about two years ago. He used to be pretty blind and now he can see. He was so excited the morning after surgery when he woke up and could see the clock immediately. I think he actually did a happy dance and this giddy excitement he had at seeing the clock happened every day for a few weeks or so.

So now that TR can see well 24/7 he wants the same for me. It is sweet that he is willing to make this happen for me but I have to be honest with you...

I have this thing about my eyeballs...
It dates back to childhood. In elementary school we dissected an eyeball. At some point in the dissection a pocket of liquid in the eye kind of squirts out across the room. It is supposed to do that. It was obviously unforgettable for me.
It affected me even as a young adult in that when I went to get my driver's license and signed up to be an organ donor, I asked them to note that I wanted to keep my eyeballs. Just didn't want them removed even though I believe that I wouldn't be aware it was being done!
So I am not up for lasik. I don't really want my eyeballs being touched and manipulated with machines and such. Aren't your eyes held open with toothpicks or something while this is done? I don't think I can live through that. TR assures me that they give me something to relax me but if I am conscious, I don't think it will be possible to relax.
So I choose to continue to wear my contacts and glasses. I just can't do it. I can rattle off a list of about 20 things that I don't want to do that I would before lasik.

I know it lasts only a few moments. Believe me, I do know that. When I took TR to get his done, they told me that I could leave and come back (since I obviously did not want to watch the procedure). The eye doctor happened to be less than a block from Last Chance, which is a Nordstroms outlet. It is an hour away from our home so I never go there. Last Chance is a crazy place with crazy ladies that go there to stalk the employees as they bring out loads of things and then grab all the good things immediately. When we first got married, we went there a dozen times or so to grab some fun things but I hadn't been in years.

So on the day of TR's lasik I waited for him to go back for the procedure and then took off for Last Chance after being assured that with the people there and such, I had at least an hour before I could see him. I gave them my number just in case and then took off like a woman that just got paid that day with a little money burning a hole in her pocket.

I stopped quickly and grabbed myself an iced tea and headed into Last Chance. It was crazy like I remembered. I walked around for a moment and spotted a crowd gathering and knew I better head over to the shoe area to see what was coming out.

Just as I get up there someone steps away and I get a good spot at a table full of UGG Boots. I know it is Arizona and I'd be lucky to get to legitimately be able to wear them three days a year but UGG Boots- how fun is that?

So the rule is you can't touch anything until they say "Ok"

At this point, I have been gone 20 minutes. The phone rings and it is the nurse at the eye doctor.

Nurse-"Your husband is done."
Me- "What do you mean he is done. It is over, he is ready for me to come and get him?"
Nurse- "Yes, we had a cancellation and someone else came in late and so your husband got moved up and done right away"
Me- Inner voice- this is BS! I was supposed to have an hour, I can't believe he is done already, unbelievable!
Outer voice "Thank you so much, I am tied up on an errand and will be there very soon?"

Just as I hang up, they say "OK" and the grabbing for the UGGS begins. I luckily grab the first pair that caught my eye and they happened to by my size. I also grabbed a pair for Cater. While the items at Last Chance are often imperfect, the boots looked great. For those wondering, the UGGS were under $20 each.
So I quickly pay and go pick up TR.

I digressed but wanted to illustrate how I do understand that the procedure is over so quickly that you can't even grab a drink and some UGG boots in the amount of time it takes to supposedly correct your vision forever. It doesn't make a difference to me.

So my question (to those still reading) is this.. Am I being ridiculous? Have you had this surgery or are you like me and would rather wear a bikini on Times Square?