So I'm not wearing glasses. I'm not wearing contacts. Yet I'm seeing. Pretty damn well too. So I guess it works. So my mom and I roll up in a taxi to Illinois Masonic, head up to the fifth floor to the eye surgery center, fill out some forms, then I get more pictures taken of my eyes, blood pressure which was pretty high, and some eye drops for dilation, then waiting, more pictures, waiting, then they cut the flaps. A little weird to have your eye open and then have the vision disappear. Wait 20 minutes. Then I go under the laser. Just got to look at the red flashing light. That's all. Can't really blink cause it felt like they put a clamp on to prevent blinking. After each eye, Dr. Epstein takes a quick peek at them, and I put on my black wraparound sunglasses, keeping the eyes closed, hop in a cab, put the eye shield on, sleep for an hour or two. Put in some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory eye drops. Eat some pizza. Keep the eyes closed, even though vision is available, if a little blurry. Start using artificial tears. About every 1/2 hour. Definitely trying to keep the eyes closed, but I could use them if I wanted to. Listen as Tracy watches V for Vendetta. More eye drops. Sleeping. Wake up, see the clock. I guess that's good. More eye drops. Eyes continue to work. More eye drops. Seriously. I can see. I don't think the full impact will hit me until later, but for now, it kind of feels just like I'm wearing contacts. I'd been wearing them for 14 years or so. And now, never again. Awesome. Headed out to Tracy's tonight, got a meeting with Fr. Larry tomorrow morning, then heading out to Woodstock to hang out with my mom, and thank her again for taking care of me yesterday, before coming back in on Sunday for brunch with April.