I’m back! And I can SEE! The lasik surgery was amazing. They took my glasses away and put about seventeen drops in each eye (ok, four) and pointed me at a door. I managed to find my way to the chair and follow the directions as well as expected. I really didn’t like the idea of having some sort of job to do. I know it was important to look right at the light and not look away. That makes sense. But I didn’t like it. However, I seemed to have held up my part of the bargain well. It went so fast. Once they got all the cutting done the actual lasering only lasted 51 seconds on my right eye, 45 seconds on my left. Astonishingly fast. The nurse would count the seconds down while the laser flashed and made a snapping sound. I could smell vaporized cornea and I lay there and wondered if this was a good idea at all. After the first eye was done they slid that cornea flap back in place and just like that, I could see. Right away, the light above me came into focus. It took my breath away. Then they did the other eye and sat me up. The first sight I saw was my boys, who had been watching the whole procedure with my mom through a window. They waved excitedly and I waved back, unbelieving. Everything was sort of misty, but I could SEE. The doctor smiled and pointed at a clock on the wall. “What time does that say?”
“Two-fourteen,” I breathed.
“Could you see it that well when you came in?”
“Doc, I had no IDEA there was a clock on that wall.”
Each day my eyes just keep getting better. Today I have better vision than I ever have. Ever. With glasses, contacts, ever. I keep stopping, mid-action, to stare at things like leaves on trees and the swirls of the clouds. I can see. I’m almost sorry for those of you who have never had poor eyesight, because you can’t possibly enjoy what you see like I’m enjoying what I see.
I know it may seem trivial, because it’s not like I couldn’t actually see before. I had perfectly functional vision with my corrective lenses. But now I wake up in the morning and can see my boys as they bounce on the foot of my bed. I can see in the shower, I can see in the middle of the night.
I can see.
I tear up sometimes, I’m so grateful.
But on to other matters. Um…NaNo. You may have noticed a thunderous silence on the subject of my NaNo novel. You may have assumed I abandoned my project. You would be wrong. I did not abandon it. I continued to work on it for all of November. I did not finish it. Oh, not even close.
So technically, I’m not a NaNo winner. But I have to tell you, I don’t feel all that unsuccessful. True, I only got about 11,000 words into it, but that is the longest fiction I have ever written. And what’s more, I’m not giving up on it. I kept plucking away at it, inch by torturous inch, and occasionally I would find myself looking up after hours of effort. I would get so absorbed in it I would find myself getting anxious on the behalf of my characters. I even cried once. In a coffee shop. It was fairly embarrassing. But that’s a success of sorts, and I’m fairly pleased with myself. I’m going to continue to plug away on it. I tend to doubt if I will have it finished by next NaNo, at this rate. But I will finish it eventually.
So I can’t claim to have won, like so many of you (I am in SUCH awe of so many of you), but that’s ok. Maybe next year. I’ll be sure not to plan any elective surgery for November.