LASIK Viewing for Rod The Pastor's Surgery

The eyes have it. Maybe I should put in this disclaimer, "Get ready, hang on, oh ye of weak, queasy tummies, we will be discussing the ol' eyeball." Focus, y'all. It'll be OK.

I am right there with you when it comes to matters of the globular ball that sits in the eye socket. It's hard for me to put contact lenses in, much less think about getting something out of someone's eye. So, even contemplating an operation involving the eye is tough.

That's why when Rod, the youth pastor, invited the staff to a viewing of his LASIK eye surgery, I about passed out. Rod said it was harder for us to watch than for him to have experienced the surgery. He gave a blow-by-blow - or make that a zap-by-zap - narration of the whole procedure.

Rod remained awake and feeling like he had entered the twilight zone as he stared at a flashing red light. As he spoke and the film rolled, my hands covered my eyes. Every so often I'd sneak a peek. The beginning moments I could handle. Then came suctioning the eyeball into the thingamabob. I think all the audience, including the brave at heart, started jumping an achy, sympathetic sort of jig. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The next scene featured small laser cuts to make the flaps, and after some other something I just couldn't muster the courage to watch, came the zap, zap, zap to correct the vision. My humble description may not be an exact replication of the science of eye zapping, but I understand there was no pain. I don't believe even if I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express I'd been up to operating.

Thank God for those surgeons who have the gift of restoring the ol' 20/20, because I do know that a young man who had worn glasses since he was a little boy could toss those babies aside. He who was sight deficient sees clearly now.

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