..and scares the living daylights out of me.
Finally, I find myself on the operating table. The doctor pries my eyelids open with a metal tool, and then he sticks some sort of lens into my eye.
"You shouldn't see anything now," he warned. "That's normal."
A round cylinder latches onto the lens and mechanically cuts a flap on my cornea; this creates a window for the laser to enter. As the machine cuts my cornea, I see black and white circles, as if it were twisting and turning my eyeball.
He repeats this procedure on the other eye. I dig my fingers into my thighs to channel the pain elsewhere.
"Now, we are moving onto the laser portion of the surgery," said the doctor. "This will be less painful."
"You mean it's not over?" I asked, weakly.
"Almost."
I stare above, and green and red dots of light seem to shower my eyeballs. As the laser sculpts the collagen tissue of my cornea to perfection, I hear a buzz vaporizing the tissue and it feels like hot eye juice splatters my cheeks.
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