Jesus cured my myopia!

I had my Lasik eye surgery after work last Thursday and as the Easter promise goes, when I woke up Friday morning, I could see perfectly. I'm glad Jesus used to heal the blind in the temple and now just lets us all go to certified opthomologic surgeons who he uses as his long-range helper elves. The follow-up appointment first thing the next morning confirmed I went from 20/400 (coke-bottle glasses) to 20/20 in my right eye and 20/15 in my left. Perfect and better-than-perfect vision isn't such a bad result. Thanks, Jesus! The whole procedure went exactly as described to me, taking about 15 minutes once I was on the table and Jeff even got to watch on a monitor from the room next door. As a non-blood-n-guts guy, he said he could have skipped the peeling back of the cornea after it was cut, but over all, he was impressed.

The bonus of the whole thing, as if perfect vision isn't enough, was my discovery of Valium. I love Valium! I love Valium more than the Easter-only Reese's Peanut Butter eggs. I'm going to get this stuff anytime I need to fly or go to the dentist or watch TV. I had one right before the surgery that took the edge off the whole thing, then had a second one afterwards since Jeff worked the technician and wanted me zonked out because he knows what a sucky patient I am. I didn't think I was like Miranda when she had Lasik in Sex And the City, but Jeff thinks I was quite like that. I'm hilarious! Thanks for Valium, Jesus!

Today lights and lighted things still have a slight haze around them but I'm told I'll make a full recovery and it does give a rather religious and post-Resurrection glow to the world so I'm pretty into the whole experience. That, and I can see without my glasses which I've had since I was in the 4th grade. I'm still trying to find the school picture of me in my Battlestar Galactica frames from the 6th grade. Stay tuned for it.