Lasik or Implantable Contact Lenses (ICLs). That is the decision before me, and a good one to be able to make. But how to decide? I'm obsessing over this to the point that I think if I make the wrong decision I will regret it the rest of my life! How terribly dramatic of me. Lasik has 25 years of testing and long term studies behind it - it has been perfected so that with computer assisted it is at the very top of its technology and knowledge. But once you do it, there is no going back. The rate typical for 20/20 vision is 87%, the rate for 20/40 vision (still able to drive without glasses) is 99.5%.
ICLs have just ten years of testing and were just approved for general use in 2004. But if something goes wrong, they can take them out and your eye will supposedly heal itself. No cutting off of corneal tissue, just an implant like you get for cataracts. However, there really isn't a knowledge what happens to the eye long-term (though cataract surgury has shown little problems over the past 20 years). The typical rate for 20/20 vision is 59%, the rate for 20/40 is 95% - but my eye doctor said he had almost 100% rate of 20/20 vision in his clinic for this procedure. He was really pushing this. But it is also $2,000 more than the computer-assisted Lasik.
But I'm worried about the newer technology. Do I really want to be one of the first? My brother's eyes are great, but he had them done with the old surgical method they no longer recommend. The eye doctor said either way would be great for me, but I hate having the choice, because if I pick one and it ends up terrible I'll always regret not picking the other. I am frozen with indecision.
The Mother-in-law arrives in just one week. Perhaps that is the reason I am frozen. I just want to lay on the couch and sleep until September or October. And she hasn't even arrived yet! I have an entire house to clean by myself (B is gone all week and then leaves to get his mother) but I lack the energy to do anything about it. I had a dream last night that I walked into my house after massage day and found her sitting on the couch surrounded by all six of my pets, all dead, and she had the knife she killed them with. She had a dead Bart bleeding on her lap and was petting him and said "It's okay, they're much easier to take care of this way." Woke up after that and didn't bother going back to sleep. First time I've seen the sun rise in years. Tells you just how much fun my psyche thinks this visit is going to be.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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