It wasn't even the type of laser surgery you would think.
I went in and waited. The cute nurse (who kind of looks like Emily Perkins) applied eyedrops into that one eye and then had me sign a contract.
And the other cute nurse (who looks like Clea Duvall) told me to come in. Went into a room and was told to sit down in front of a machine that had handles. Did it and Clea sat behind the machine (I was more nervous of her leg touching mine than the laser eye thing that was going to happen). She went away and then in came that same Dr from before.
It was some weird flashy zappy shit that happened. It didn't hurt but the the sound of the naps followed by the flash, startled me. Again, it did not hurt but there was some light pressure.
He kept saying, "You're doing great. Almost done!".
To keep myself entertained and amused, I thought to myself, "That's what she said!" to his "Almost done" thing.
It helped. And Clea held the back of my head (found out later that she didn't want to because I wouldn't lean back but my sister urged her to do it)
When it was over, he said that I would see much clearer the same night. And he told me that I could stop using the eyedrops. And I didn't have to come in to do the surgery in two months (now one more month to go).
I'm basking in the resting. And the fact that Clea held the back of my head and almost touched my leg.
And Emily saying that I cut my "pretty long hair" (it was very damaged!) while she applied the eyedrop.
Well, there you go.
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