We may have reached the final chapter in my longer-than-expected LASIK saga (or at least the penultimate chapter).
This evening I traveled once more to Bergenfield for the follow-up appointment to my re-treatment surgery on January 22. Dr. Dello Russo’s office no longer does Saturday appointments for follow-ups (bleah), so I had to schedule for a Wednesday at 6:30 PM.
On January 22, I had to drive through the worst snowstorm of the season. Thankfully, it is now spring, and winter is a distant memory. Well, as the Russians say, “in the window” (bad Russian linguist joke).
Michael hates driving up to North Jersey. Michael hates driving in bumper to bumper rush hour traffic. Michael hates driving in zero visibility winter precipitation. Combine all three, and Michael is not happy.
It took me two hours to get up there (it’s normally an hour-long trip). Then I had to wait in the receptionist area for fifty-five minutes. Thankfully, I have a zenlike patience; but even my patience has limits. The doctor examined me for seven minutes, and then I went back out into the falling sleet, and ninety minutes later, I was home.
As for my eyes, they are healing up quite nicely. It seems that the reshaping was a success. I now have 20/15 vision in both eyes. Already, I am seeing much less nighttime glare, and that should subside even more over time.
I have always dreamed of having better than perfect vision. When I was a young child, I would sometimes stare intently at a lit flashlight held close to my eyes, imagining that its beam would somehow transform my eyes and endow me with super vision. Granted, these were the imaginings of a boy whose creative side…his passionate side…his hopeful side…often overwhelmed his rational side. (I suppose it still does.) Who would have thought, though, that decades later a light beam of a different sort would give some reality to a seemingly ridiculous wish.