At approximately 7 o’clock this evening, my eyes will go under the laser, and with odds on my side, I’ll likely emerge with 20/20 vision. Upon being handed a life sentence at the tender age of 8, I didn’t think this day would ever come. But thanks to LASIK technology (and good behavior), I’ll finally be set free after serving 21 years at Vision Correctional Facility.
Of course, like a musician having his eardrums tinkered with or a sommelier getting a nose job, I’m naturally a little bit nervous. What happens if I sneeze during the procedure and my eyes are reduced to a mangled pair of fleshy marbles? Cameras these days have all sorts of automatic settings, but without my vision, I’d say my photography career options would be limited. I might have to get a real job–ugh–I shudder at the thought. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that!
For nostalgic reasons, here’s a photo of me at 8 years old, my first year wearing glasses. As you can see, I’m not too pleased: