Screw the Rules! I HAVE LASERS!
There are rules to our society.
Rules that are there for our own safety.
Always look both ways before you cross the street.
Don’t run with scissors.
Don’t be drunk and loud outside on a weeknight if you live in a concentrated area of residences because that’s a good way to get a proverbial foot up your ass. (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, PARTICULAR SET OF NEIGHBOURS.)
Don’t look directly into the light.
This Saturday, I’m going to break that last one.
This Saturday I am going to get laser eye surgery and (hopefully) be without glasses for the first time since I was about nine years old.
I can only assume that this means I’m going to be 100% sexier (according to Hollywood beauty standards), because according to movies, that’s how life works.
Extra sexiness or not, I have to admit I’m a little freaked.
I know this surgery is done for thousands of people.
I know bad things happening is rare.
I know it’s probably going to be fine and I shall glory in run around being like “I CAN SEE, MUTHA TRUCKERS!”.
I’m still scared.
I suppose that’s natural, but I don’t like it.
I’ve talked on the blog before about how emotions and I are sometimes not friends.
Though I am many other things, I’m pretty ruled by logical thinking. The problem with emotions is that they’re not logical. Sure, sometimes I can talk myself through my emotions, but I find them super inconvenient.
I can think about things logically and acknowledge why I feel a certain way but the thing that irks me is that once I know why I feel that way, I still can’t make the feeling just shut-off. Which, I know, is normal and human, blah blah blah blah.
I don’t care.
I don’t like it.
It’s not very time efficient and it wastes a lot of energy I could be spending on other things.
Maybe I should go see that Inside Out movie. I feel like I’d be better with my emotions if I could picture them as tiny people I’m not in control of.
Back to the surgery thing.
I am scared.
My Mum is coming up to take care of me for a few hours after my surgery and to make sure I get home without walking into traffic, petting a rabid raccoon, or conversing with inanimate objects more than normal.
I know I am a full grown woman and honestly, before it hit me today that surgery day is COMING, I would have said I’d be fine taking care of myself.
Now that it’s starting to feel real.
Now that I’ve obsessively researched everything that’s going to happen and what could go wrong.
I’m afraid that’s the end of the blog this week.
It’s been a super busy week and between work and this laser eye thing, I just need some time to wind down.
Keep a look out soon for another BIG 30 Project post.
I’ll see you all next week.
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