I'm blind, but soon I'll see

For my birthday, all I asked for was simply, lasik.

Well, it turns out that lasik will be my birthday, Christmas, Valentine's day, anniversary present for eternity until I'm in Heaven and my eyesight will be healed along with my other, ahem, flaws.

Oh, I kid. (not about the Heaven part ~ I'm looking forward to that heavenly body that is promised)

And it turns out that I am indeed a candidate for lasik. Not everyone is. Who knew? I thought as long as you wanted it, you could get it. Not so.

And I've been wanting it for several years now. I have been wearing contacts for 18 years!

I had to sit in a dark room in order for my pupils to dilate for the testing. After reading the tests, the administrator told me that I have pupils the size of dinner plates.

That's not something you hear every day. Or ever.

In order to get my corneas surgery-ready, I have to wear glasses until my surgery in three weeks ~ on October 10th.

That meant that I had to get glasses and pronto. Because, these, they weren't going to cut it.

These are the ghetto glasses that has been sustaining me the past few years. Do notice one of the lenses is GONE. I've been popping that baby back in it's place for the past year. And it became a causality of the move.

After much deliberation (and a 5 year old's help) this is the result...
last night

And in three weeks, while I'm having my eyeballs shaved, my dear husband can snack on one of these in the waiting room...


Comforting.