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Frankie said "Relax"

Frankie also said: "Got to hit me / Hit me /Hit me with those laser beams."

Amanda went to TLC Laser Eye Centre in Halifax for LASIK surgery on Thursday. It was a birthday present from her parents (she's turning 30 this week!!!).

I got to see it up close on a monitor -- kinda freaky seeing a metal hook going into my lady's eye, but ... well, I guess they're professionals. She had the all-laser LASIK. They cut the pattern for the flap with a laser, pry up the piece of cornea to expose the eye, blast it with lasers, dab it back shut ... and then send her home for some Scott care.

Friday morning she went back for the day-after follow-up, and learned that she has 20/20 vision in one eye, and 20/30 in the other. Quite an improvement from couldn't-hit-the-broad-side-of-a-barn-with-a-cannon vision that she had before. There's some gunk under one of the flaps, so we'll have to see if that goes away. It could take six months or more before it all stabilizes.

As much as I love lasers (and I LOVE lasers), this is all kind of freaky. We've been following the doctors' instructions very carefully. This eye drop goes in every hour, this one goes in four times a day, you have to use this particular type of drops every so often, wear sunglasses even when it's dark, and sleep with blast shields taped over her eyes. Looks kinda funny. But I'm blessed to be able to take care of someone like this. It's my pleasure.

Now we await the moment when she's sunglasses-free, and gets to see me with unobstructed, unobscured vision, just as I am. Oh, I'm sure that'll be a treat.

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