Arrived early. Got seen about an hour after my appointment. Once things got moving, everything went very smoothly. My technician and doctor were both great. Professional with a good sense of humor.

I don’t remember everything they did, but I came away with a sense that I’d just had a very thorough, comprehensive exam and screening. They took topographic maps of the cornea (and showed me what was good about them), performed several procedures I’m familiar with, took color pictures, and, for the first time in 35 years, I could read something on the wall twenty feet in front of me–it was a gigantic numeral “3.” The real number was 643, but the three was the largest number, and it was all I could really read–even though it was also excessively blurry. Then it was time to see the doctor. She did all the usual stuff, including measuring the thickness of my cornea. I’m thicker than most (and, for once, this is a good thing). Then she dilated my eyes, and twenty minutes later, they performed a few more tests. The only unusual thing she discovered was a large clump of pigment in the back of my right eye–about the size of my optic nerve. Oh, and my left eye is dominant. I guess that explains why I prefer to operate firearms left-handed, despite the incredible inconvenience.

I go in for the not-so-brief informed consent briefing on Thursday afternoon. Unless I back out for some reason, I’m a go for this procedure. I’m comfortable with how this is proceeding. Today’s eye doctor says the guy performing my operation is the same one she chose to do her husband’s eyes. I guess I should have asked if she and her husband were getting along…

And I was glad I brought someone along to drive me home. I really could have made it just fine on my own. I was only having trouble noticing moving tractor trailer rigs. I’m sure that wouldn’t have caused any problems driving.