While Fedora brings Colin to preschool, I take a quick trial drive around the neighborhood. Although my vision is worse than when I had glasses, I decide I'm good to drive. You don't actually need to see that well to read street signs and notice other cars.
I drive up to the clinic for my 10:30 am appointment. Dr. Scott Lee sees me right away and examines my eyes to make sure they are healing properly. He seems satisfied after his inspection and has me do the usual of reading letters off the wall. I read letters until I can read no more, and he shakes my hand. "Congratulations," he says, "you're seeing 20/20."
My first thought is that if this is seeing 20/20, people with 20/20 must not see very well. But he reassures me that the blooming around bright objects and blurriness will go away over the next couple of weeks. He gives me a collection of artificial tears and declares me ready to go home.
Out in the lobby, Aimee schedules my three-month appointment, gives me a set of referral cards (as I said, PVI is a pro at marekting), and also hands me a card that I can use if I get pulled over by the cops that says I don't need glasses anymore because I got LASIK. I had forgotten that my driver's license says I need corrective lenses. A nice touch.
