About six years ago, I had LASIK for the first time. I had really bad vision (about -5.00) and contact lenses were too uncomfortable to wear. It's not that I refused to wear glasses... it's that I felt utterly useless when waking up, going swimming, looking for my glasses, etc. I didn't want to be so dependent on something that was not attached to my body.
After hearing great things about a particular surgeon and personally knowing some success stories, I decided to do it. The first procedure was smooth. Very smooth, in fact. I followed doctors instructions as well as tips from other LASIK patients I knew and stayed in a dark room for the first three days. There was very mild dry eye, but it went away in weeks. I felt good about it.
But about a year and a half later, my vision was at 20-40. It was still miles and miles better than it was prior to LASIK, but I was squinting more. The doctor explained that a certain percentage of people require a touch up, and it's common. He assured me that two touch ups would be a very rare case and the one touch up should do it for about ten years.
Here's where I made the first mistake:
The particular LASIK package promised free touchups within the first two years. So I felt pressured to fix it sooner rather than later. I don't think my eyeball layers had fully recovered, and if it weren't for the package deal and wanting to save two thousand dollars, I definitely would've waited longer.
I got the second procedure. The doctor himself was excellent, but I think the nurses could've been less assuming that I remembered protocol. Hammering in the post-op care, even if I've done it once before, is still important. I was a little resentful that they didn't explain things as carefully as the first time.
I remembered to stay in a dark room for the first three days, but feeling confident and absolutely fine I decided to go out for a night with friends a week after surgery. It was a very, very windy night. Wind pounding against freshly shaved eye lids. I was dumb. Early 20s. Really dumb. That was the second and much bigger mistake.
That's when the hell started.
My eyes hurt so bad, they constantly felt dry. Way worse than the mild dryness I experienced for a couple of weeks after my first procedure. It was like sand paper. Preservative free eye drops were purchased in large quantities - hundreds of dollars a month. I needed them constantly and desperately, and yet they provided such little relief. Nothing made it hurt less.
I was not only feeling immense pain when my eyes were open, but even closed. In fact I almost always had my eyes closed, or at least one eye closed. It hurt too much to open them. I went back to the doctor several times. He acknowledged it was a little dryer than we would want. He wrote me an rx for a mild steroid drop which did help curb the throbbing slightly. But the problem was much bigger. I desperately needed drops. Constantly. I had humidifiers in my room, compresses... my eyes required- no, DEMANDED more around the clock care than a newborn. The pain was excruciating and constant. I felt like I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
At that time I felt extraordinarily afraid. When chronic, unbearable pain is a part of your day every day, it's easy to forget what it's like to feel okay, and it's terrifying and all too easy to imagine that it will never get better. When months go by, even a year, two years, and it's still horrible....it's scary, frustrating and so many more things. During this period I sought great comfort from words written by people who had been through what I was going through, and the many assurances that it really does get better. Some of the tips I pulled also helped me. I read them daily, sometimes several times over. They were such an integral part of not feeling alone during this time, and I was so grateful for them.... so I vowed to one day write my story of healing. I had to believe I was going to heal, as discouraged as I often felt.
I'll tell you the things that helped me:
1) mild steroid drops. Alrex was the one I used.
2) punctal plugs. I had a semi-permanent kind that would last months, and then require replacement when it would fall out. It kept my scarce tear and moisture production from draining.
3) Zatidor or Pataday. Then again, I have allergies.
4) onion goggles (not attractive but one of the few ways I could keep my eyes open and not feel like someone was sanding my eyeballs)
5) lots and lots and lots of herbal tea, constantly. Staying hydrated.
6) humidifier.
7) moist, hot compresses like a microwaved wet towel or a microwaved blepharitis bean bag pillow
8) healing the rest of my body to aid it's healing ability. Deep tissue or thai massage, yoga, so much green juice. Getting healthy. When I focus on my posture and optimal wellness my body has an easier time healing.
9) finding and seeing a GOOD chiropractor.
10) icing my eyes with a paper towel covered ice cube for 30 seconds each twice a day.
11) refresh preservative free drops
12) night time refresh gel for below the lid.
13) gentle eye wipes, morning and night and after showers.
The things mentioned absolutely did help, but only slightly. Every day was still eye throbbing hell. These tips basically took the edge off of the pain (sometimes). I was still scared, and healing was so slow that I didn't think it was healing.
About two years later, still keeping up on these tactics and still feeling horrible, discouraged, and scared, my dad got me an appointment with one of the top eye doctors in my state. I had already been to so many eye doctors, and nobody had anything useful to say. They would just offer me different types of eye plugs and renew my prescriptions. There wasn't much more this highly rated doctor could do for me than the others. However, he gave me one great piece of advice that began the next phase of healing:
Cut out the Restasis.
(might not be the right advice for everyone, but if your story bears similarities to mine and you are still struggling, its worth talking to your doctor about this. It was the best thing I did for healing.)
I had come to feel so dependent on it. Cutting it out felt counter intuitive to me, but I'm so glad I did it. My eyes began to feel human again. I felt marginally better in the course of the following year or two, keeping up with good habits and self care.
Well, life got busy and I'm not sure when, but today, a six and a half years later, I don't use any drops. I stare at my tablet for hours (not saying it's a good thing, but my eyes are fine). Last I checked I still had 20-15 vision. Today I often forget that for a significant period of time it was such a big obstacle in my life.
It took a few years, and it was a really rough and scary time. My biggest fear was that I was not going to heal. The posts from others on sites like this really helped me maintain hope in the darkest days, and it's about time I kept true to my vow of reciprocation. This is my story of healing. It's tough, it's scary, but it really does get better. Eventually.
After hearing great things about a particular surgeon and personally knowing some success stories, I decided to do it. The first procedure was smooth. Very smooth, in fact. I followed doctors instructions as well as tips from other LASIK patients I knew and stayed in a dark room for the first three days. There was very mild dry eye, but it went away in weeks. I felt good about it.
But about a year and a half later, my vision was at 20-40. It was still miles and miles better than it was prior to LASIK, but I was squinting more. The doctor explained that a certain percentage of people require a touch up, and it's common. He assured me that two touch ups would be a very rare case and the one touch up should do it for about ten years.
Here's where I made the first mistake:
The particular LASIK package promised free touchups within the first two years. So I felt pressured to fix it sooner rather than later. I don't think my eyeball layers had fully recovered, and if it weren't for the package deal and wanting to save two thousand dollars, I definitely would've waited longer.
I got the second procedure. The doctor himself was excellent, but I think the nurses could've been less assuming that I remembered protocol. Hammering in the post-op care, even if I've done it once before, is still important. I was a little resentful that they didn't explain things as carefully as the first time.
I remembered to stay in a dark room for the first three days, but feeling confident and absolutely fine I decided to go out for a night with friends a week after surgery. It was a very, very windy night. Wind pounding against freshly shaved eye lids. I was dumb. Early 20s. Really dumb. That was the second and much bigger mistake.
That's when the hell started.
My eyes hurt so bad, they constantly felt dry. Way worse than the mild dryness I experienced for a couple of weeks after my first procedure. It was like sand paper. Preservative free eye drops were purchased in large quantities - hundreds of dollars a month. I needed them constantly and desperately, and yet they provided such little relief. Nothing made it hurt less.
I was not only feeling immense pain when my eyes were open, but even closed. In fact I almost always had my eyes closed, or at least one eye closed. It hurt too much to open them. I went back to the doctor several times. He acknowledged it was a little dryer than we would want. He wrote me an rx for a mild steroid drop which did help curb the throbbing slightly. But the problem was much bigger. I desperately needed drops. Constantly. I had humidifiers in my room, compresses... my eyes required- no, DEMANDED more around the clock care than a newborn. The pain was excruciating and constant. I felt like I had made the biggest mistake of my life.
At that time I felt extraordinarily afraid. When chronic, unbearable pain is a part of your day every day, it's easy to forget what it's like to feel okay, and it's terrifying and all too easy to imagine that it will never get better. When months go by, even a year, two years, and it's still horrible....it's scary, frustrating and so many more things. During this period I sought great comfort from words written by people who had been through what I was going through, and the many assurances that it really does get better. Some of the tips I pulled also helped me. I read them daily, sometimes several times over. They were such an integral part of not feeling alone during this time, and I was so grateful for them.... so I vowed to one day write my story of healing. I had to believe I was going to heal, as discouraged as I often felt.
I'll tell you the things that helped me:
1) mild steroid drops. Alrex was the one I used.
2) punctal plugs. I had a semi-permanent kind that would last months, and then require replacement when it would fall out. It kept my scarce tear and moisture production from draining.
3) Zatidor or Pataday. Then again, I have allergies.
4) onion goggles (not attractive but one of the few ways I could keep my eyes open and not feel like someone was sanding my eyeballs)
5) lots and lots and lots of herbal tea, constantly. Staying hydrated.
6) humidifier.
7) moist, hot compresses like a microwaved wet towel or a microwaved blepharitis bean bag pillow
8) healing the rest of my body to aid it's healing ability. Deep tissue or thai massage, yoga, so much green juice. Getting healthy. When I focus on my posture and optimal wellness my body has an easier time healing.
9) finding and seeing a GOOD chiropractor.
10) icing my eyes with a paper towel covered ice cube for 30 seconds each twice a day.
11) refresh preservative free drops
12) night time refresh gel for below the lid.
13) gentle eye wipes, morning and night and after showers.
The things mentioned absolutely did help, but only slightly. Every day was still eye throbbing hell. These tips basically took the edge off of the pain (sometimes). I was still scared, and healing was so slow that I didn't think it was healing.
About two years later, still keeping up on these tactics and still feeling horrible, discouraged, and scared, my dad got me an appointment with one of the top eye doctors in my state. I had already been to so many eye doctors, and nobody had anything useful to say. They would just offer me different types of eye plugs and renew my prescriptions. There wasn't much more this highly rated doctor could do for me than the others. However, he gave me one great piece of advice that began the next phase of healing:
Cut out the Restasis.
(might not be the right advice for everyone, but if your story bears similarities to mine and you are still struggling, its worth talking to your doctor about this. It was the best thing I did for healing.)
I had come to feel so dependent on it. Cutting it out felt counter intuitive to me, but I'm so glad I did it. My eyes began to feel human again. I felt marginally better in the course of the following year or two, keeping up with good habits and self care.
Well, life got busy and I'm not sure when, but today, a six and a half years later, I don't use any drops. I stare at my tablet for hours (not saying it's a good thing, but my eyes are fine). Last I checked I still had 20-15 vision. Today I often forget that for a significant period of time it was such a big obstacle in my life.
It took a few years, and it was a really rough and scary time. My biggest fear was that I was not going to heal. The posts from others on sites like this really helped me maintain hope in the darkest days, and it's about time I kept true to my vow of reciprocation. This is my story of healing. It's tough, it's scary, but it really does get better. Eventually.
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