*deep breath*
OK. Given my dismal blogging record lately, I seriously wondered about the wisdom of doing this, but after contemplating it for a few days I have decided to go ahead and do it anyway. That’s right: It’s NaBloMoPo and I will once again attempt to write every day in November… Wish me luck.
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I have joked for many years that I have a dream: My dream is that I want to be able to see clearly across the room when I wake up in the morning.
It seemed simple and I always got amused chuckles from people when I mentioned it, but in reality it wasn’t a joke.
I began wearing glasses at age 10 and probably needed them at least a year before that. It has been 25 years since I have known what it is like to see clearly from the time I wake up in the morning until the time I go to bed at night.
I hated my glasses from the first time I put them on my face. I “accidentally” broke at least 2 pair. As a result, I saved my babysitting money all summer when I was 14 so that I could buy my first pair of contact lenses. And, as much as I loved my contacts I cursed them every time the West Texas wind blew dust into them on warm summer nights.
Finally, I decided that I had had enough.
I made up my mind to make my dream come true by taking steps to reduce my dependence on corrective lenses. I scheduled LASIK eye surgery.
For over a week now I have had 20/20 vision, but I am still in constant amazement. Right before I open my eyes after I have been sleeping there is still a fleeting second when I am terrified that it will be too good to be true and when my eyes open, the world will still be blurry.
I am sure that I will take it for granted soon enough, but for now every time I open my eyes, the fact that I can see clearly without any assistance still takes my breath away.