Am I a camera?

It’s three weeks since I had laser eye surgery, so I thought I’d sum up where we are; my eyes and I.

I’m down to one type of anti-inflammatory eye drop four-hourly, with lubricating eye drops as and when, to the point where I actually now tend to forget whether I’ve used them or not. This is a huge advance over the previous regimen, which made me feel like I was really convalescing. I’m back to wearing a bit of eye make up, and can take it off too, if still rather tentatively, which beats going around looking like a panda.

I’ve seen a play, driven long distance, cooked, worked at my computer and been to meetings. I’ve shopped, cycled and walked, and have been out for dinner. However, I think only while I was having dinner, did I completely forget about my eyes for a while. All the rest of the activities still make me aware, one way or another, of the fact that I’m seeing things differently – it’s either amazingly better or, occasionally, a shade worse than it used to be with glasses or lenses.

My vision comes and goes a lot. There are still days when my sight is frustratingly blurred. There are days when my usual strong eye becomes the weaker eye. There are days when the whole of my scalp, forehead and eyebrows ache from concentrating on seeing.

And there are the early mornings when my vision is completely crisp and clear, before I’ve started to tire my eyes with different focal lengths, if that’s the term, although that makes me think of photographic optics not ophthalmics. I hope this is where I will eventually end up.