It's a rainy and gross Monday night and as my husband and I are playing with our 3 month old daughter we decide to turn on King 5 news - also known as my favorite local news station (love you, Joyce Taylor). The drama unfolds...
Let me start at the beginning though, as all good stories should start. I was blind as a bat and my contacts at one point where thick enough to be used as mini coffee filters. I literally would run into things...granted I am a clutz, but the poor vision didn't help any.
After anxiously waiting to have eye surgery until it was a bit more common and affordable, I was beyond excited when my appointment date came in November of 2007. I would finally be able to see...without contacts, or glasses...it was a glorious thought.
I wasn't nervous, I probably should have been though. Instead I decided to say "yes please, and may I have another?" when the valium cart came around. I knew that once I had the eye surgery that I would have to wear these ridiculously large sunglasses and go right to sleep. So I decided that the other wonderful thing to add to this cocktail was vodka and water, an old staple from my college years (please do keep in mind that this was years before I became a mother and more responsible, although I still wouldn't call myself mature by any stretch of the imagination). Where was I? Ah yes....the plot thickens.....
After the 2.2 minutes it took to have my eyeballs sliced open and corrected, my husband took my hand and led me to our car. I was still greatly enjoying the valium and took the doctor's advice and brought along some sleeping pills. Well valium, Tylenol PM, and vodka water is an interesting combination...interesting enough that my husband had to pretty much carry me up the stairs to our townhouse apartment. I found out later that I also kept insisting "no rescue" such as Miranda did after her eye surgery in an episode of Sex and the City. I also woke up in Doug's pajama pants and they were on backwards. This is especially funny considering Doug weighs about 90 pounds more than I do and is 6 foot 2.
I then woke up and could see - it was amazing. It took a few weeks to not have a halo around everything though (the Christmas tree that year REALLY freaked me out, to say the least). But I look back now and am so thrilled to have gone through with the eye surgery.
Back to current time...
Imagine my surprise when on the news tonight I see that one of the founders of the lasik office I went to is in prison on $3 million dollar bail for plotting to kill the other founder. Yeah....that happened. Go to King5.com and check it out (Dr. Mockovak) if you doubt me. Not only was he one of the founders, but also the guy that performed my surgery. I just keep thinking back to that afternoon that I had my eyes done and how after Dr. Mockavak finished, I hugged him due to my high stooper. Perhaps he should have been the one asking for seconds on the valium.
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