[NOTE: This is a series of posts I am planning to write over a period of time on health, beauty and fitness based on our personal encounters with health/sickness, beauty and exercise. Be it my personal struggles with slipped disk, migraine, sonny’s upper respiratory tract infections, hubby’s spondylitis and everything else in between. The idea behind this section is to provide insights on what worked and what did not work for us in the hopes that it will be useful to someone out there. Today’s post is about my journey through myopia to vision correction via LASIK. This is a long story, so I will break it down into a few parts depending on the time I have to write per day. Read on.]
PART1 – The History
I have worn glasses for myopia for a really, really long time. I discovered I needed glasses in 10th Standard when, for the first time in forever, I did not score 100% in Mathematics Unit Test. I still remember it with a hint of disappointment…not because of my loss of 20/20 vision but because it resulted in me losing one point on my favorite subject (I had replaced “6” in an equation with “c”. Though the “c” rendered the equation more complex to solve and I still got to the result correctly (ahem! Slight hint of bragging here!), the teacher had to deduct one mark for jotting down the question incorrectly…sigh 🙁 ).
Nobody in my family had ever worn glasses up until that point, so it was quite a shock for the entire family. Anyway, we went to the eye specialist and yes, I needed glasses. The power was also quite high for beginners -1.25D in one eye and -1.00D in the other. I chose the biggest dorkiest frame I could find (well, if you see old photos from that time, big frames were all the rage!) and just like that I was “the girl with the specs”.
I did not mind that at all. In my mind’s eyes, it sort of completed my geek looks and somehow made me feel more intelligent. Over the next few years, the size and weight of my glasses dwindled down to the ones barely covering my eyes, while the cost of the glasses and my power kept shooting higher and higher. The lenses finally stabilized at -4.5D for both eyes by the time I started working in IT.
That was the time when presentation and looks became important and I experimented with many different frames to suit my face. The lenses also changed from being actual glass ones to the ones made from other materials specifically suited for computer users and those awesome 😉 transition lenses (which darkened in sunlight so that one did not feel left out with the non-bespectacled buddies wearing aviator sunglasses!).
Anyway, sometime in 2004-2005, I got sick of changing frames every year and decided to give contact lenses a try. My power was stable by that time, so it was pretty easy to buy the contact lenses suiting me. “Bye-bye glasses” is what I yelled at the time.
But it turned out buying them was the easy part. Putting them on and taking care of them was an altogether different story! The lenses always felt alien inside my eyes. I kept rubbing them over and over and the dryness I felt was just “ugh”.
Interesting Story: 2-3 days after I bought my contact lenses, while I was putting them on, I felt like I’d dropped one on the floor. I kept looking and looking but could not find it. And I was too ashamed to go back to the store to get a new one…so what did I do? I “forced” hubby, who was then my colleague and friend, to go and get me one single lens again from the store. And guess where the “lost” lens was found? Inside my eyelid, curled up in a corner! It came out all by itself at night while I was sleeping. I was so used to feeling itchy in my eyes that I did not even bother checking the lens there!
I continued using the lenses for a year (after all it was a pretty solid investment money-wise), but when you are in IT industry putting in almost 12 hours a day, contact lenses just don’t live up to the hype. By the end of a typical work day, my eyes would be all dry and red and itchy and I could not wait to ditch the lenses once at home. At the end of the year, I just threw them away. “Hello again, glasses”.
So, my love hate relationship continued on with glasses….new frames, new lenses and so on and on.
When I got married, hubby suggested LASIK for the first time. I was like, thank you very much. No more experiments please…what if I go blind!
Then again, when sonny was born, hubby suggested it. Sonny had the habit of pulling my glasses and throwing them on the floor, ever since the time he gained control over his motor skills. But I was still like…..no, thank you. I would rather see my son grow!
So this went on every year till now. This year I was like, okay, why not? So, what changed my mind? Nothing really, I was still very apprehensive about the procedure, no one wants to goof around with their eyes, but hubby’s persistence just won me over. So why did he want me to do it? Well, cosmetic benefits aside (I am sure he was least bothered by the look factor!), this is the reason he has been stating to all:
I spend a huge amount of money every year on designer frames and advanced lenses despite my power remaining constant over the years. (What is he complaining about? This is my only vice besides watches and clothes. I never ask him for jewelry!). Surgery will mean no more of that hefty sum “going down the drain”. In fact, the cost of surgery will get covered in the next 4-5 years, give or take (No wonder he has been asking me to do it since 2009!).