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Guess what? I am having Laser Eye surgery as part of Optical Express’ Team 21.
A couple of weeks ago, I made my way to our nearest (well over an hour away, as yes I live in the middle of nowhere) store to have my initial consultation with the Optical Express Team. Before I tell you more about my consultation, let me tell you I am short sighted and have worn either glasses or contact lenses since I was 20 years old. I had considered Laser surgery in the past and often do every time I take the boys swimming. Especially when I lose one in the fog that is my vision!
It’s my surgery tomorrow. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. My Team 21 Mentor has been great, as has the Lovely Becky Wiggins, who is a fellow member of Team 21 and has been answering all my questions on Twitter. I have had *SO* many questions as my surgery nears and I feel myself getting more and more excited and nervous.
I’ve worn glasses since I was about 12. I’ve never taken to contact lenses and have spent probably thousands of pounds over the years on glasses, prescription sunglasses and goggles.
Imagine my amazement then when an email dropped into my inbox offering me laser eye surgery.
Turns out, to celebrate their 21st birthday, Optical Express have launched ‘Team 21′, which basically means they’re paying for 21 bloggers/influencers, including me, and one lucky competition winner to have laser eye treatment. I’m not ashamed to say I had a little cry. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.
The only thing that was a major issue for me was whether my nerves could take it… I am in complete trust of the technology, but here are my 5 deciding factors that helped me to go for laser eye surgery:
It’s the day after the big day. No amount of preparation could have psyched me for the intense pain of yesterday. Ironically, the surgery which I feared the most, was a breeze, however once the anesthetic had worn off after at home the aftermath was three hours worth of eye-wrenching agony. I had been told to anticipate the sting of ‘chopping onions.’ It was more like having chopped onions hammered into my cornea with rusty nails. That said, the pain soon passed after a Rioja or 3 and a fistful of Anadin carefully administered by my exceedingly patient and attentive other half.