Years and years ago, I was an idiot and playing around with one of those ding-dong laser pointers, and managed to flash myself in the eyes with the thing. Didn’t do anything at first, and then it hurt like a MF’er and left my vision impaired for a few weeks. At the time, I was terribly frightened about what I’d done, and ended up going to a local optometrist or something, who basically prescribed $450 worth of glasses - which rapidly became useless, as my eyes healed and my clear vision came back.
Now, I tend to wear reading glasses a lot - presbyopia forced me into it. They’re cheapies from the drugstore, of course. The tireder I am, the more I need ‘em.
Susan, on the other hand, has been wearing glasses for a LONG time. She was trying out contacts for a while, but as I recall, her prescription eventually got bad enough that she gave them up. And over the last few years, she’s been thinking wistfully about getting Lasik surgery on her eyes - especially after presbyopia hit her and she was forced into bifocals (which she hates as a bloody nuisance).
Recently, I was looking at out medical spending account, and while my / our health has been problematic, it hasn’t raised welts on us financially enough, and I reckoned that we’d end the year with a large surplus. I figured - well, some dental work would work to erase that if the three of us went in for stuff, but Susan said - hey, what about Lasik?
It’s still bloody expensive, but she’s found a deal for it through our pretty good medical system - and both of us were surpised to find out that she’s a good candidate for the surgery, after a very thorough review of her eyes by the docs. ( I figured her astigmatism would do her in, but apparently not.) So, she’s going in for surgery on December 3rd; the docs say that she’ll only be out of commission for a day or so.
Mere has stated quite clearly that she can’t imagine Mommy Without Glasses. She’s asked me if I wouldn’t like Mommy without her glasses, and I said - well, every girl or woman I can recall that I’ve ever went out with either wore ‘em or contacts. So I’ve always assume that I *liked* women in glasses. But I reassured Mere that it wouldn’t bother me at all, and would make Mommy happy, and a happy Mommy is a very very good thing indeed.
Of course, I could never imagine someone sticking a laser in my eye ever again, but….