Vision On
We were on the way to Dublin airport to collect my parents. My brother Declan was driving, the ‘Thompson Twins’ were playing on the car’s cassette deck. I was 13 years old.
Declan was asking me to tell him when words on road signs came into focus for me. At school, I’d been noticing that I had to sit closer to the front of the classroom to read the board properly. The road signs came into focus later for me than they did for Declan. A few weeks later I had my first pair of glasses.
I didn’t like wearing them, and only wore them when I had to. When it came time for university, I bought some contact lenses with the money that I earned from my summer job.
Since then I’ve been wearing contact lenses or glasses and become increasingly dependent on them as my prescription changed.
A few weeks ago I was at the optician’s for a checkup. I halfheartedly asked him about laser vision surgery. He studied my records and told me that I’d be a good candidate. Within 24 hours my halfhearted interest turned into a definite desire. I thought to myself … even if I only had 20/20 vision for a couple of years after surgery, it would be amazing to experience that again. Contact lens were tiring my eyes out, glasses were becoming thicker and heavier.
I went for a consultation, then measurement at the laser surgery place, and last Friday I was scheduled for my operation.
It is an impressive process. They have equipment that can very accurately measure the capabilities and sizes of your eyes. They check and double check, then triple check the prescription. Their machine measures in decimal places, whereas a regular optician measures in .25 increments.
The operation felt a bit like how I imagine it would be being abducted by aliens. I lay under a machine, looking at a light, while a doctor put things in my eyes to keep them open and fixed in place. Then they turned the laser on. A 40 second blast for each eye in my case. My eyes were filled with drops and fluid, but I could see the light changing through it all.
It was an uncomfortable operation, but the whole thing only lasted about 20 minutes. I had to sit for a half hour so that things could settle, then the doctor looked at my eyes. He said it went well.
I could see things in focus, but beneath a fog. For that evening and the next day, I was pretty much falling asleep whenever I sat down. It was the weekend. On Sunday morning I woke up and could see the thin clear line of light beneath the curtain. Normally it is a thick blur of light. I thought … “Oh my God, I can see clearly”. I focused all around the room – the numbers on the alarm clock, the second hand on my watch, the spider’s web in the corner!
It is only just a week ago. I’m still getting used to my eyesight. It isn’t perfect yet, but is very good. My eyes have been dry and tired as they recover. I have some slight halo problems at night time, but I can live with them. It is amazing. They say my sight will improve as my eyes heal and stabilize over the coming months.
I still can’t believe that I did it! But so far, so good …

