Seriously. No joke. The smell of eyeball is foul.
And the Valium they gave me ahead of time? Lame. Nothing. It didn’t “take the edge off,” I’ve just been unable to stop yawning for the past 5 hours.
And lying in the surgi-recliner waiting for someone who you know is going to blast your eye with a freaking laser? Weird as hell and slightly creepy.
The doctor bringing up “A Clockwork Orange” while he tapes my eye open? Hilarious.
Apparently today I will feel fine (true so far), tomorrow I will feel some “discomfort,” and Saturday it will hurt like a motherfucker.
At least I have my lolcats (and friends like Karrie and Jean who send me things like this that make me laugh more than humans really should). And the complimentary goody bag containing, eye drops, sun glasses, and instructions.
Oh, and Valium and Vicodin.
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