I’m off to get my eyes zapped by a laser beam.
That didn’t sound right. Y’know, when I was a kid, lasers were far cooler than they are now. Because none of us had ever seen one, except on really bad science fiction movies. In which firing one at somebody’s eyes was almost never a benevolent act.
Anyway, wish me luck. The eye doctor said there’s a fairly high chance this’ll help stave off further deterioration for several years. I seem to recall there was also some mention of blindness, but I’m pretty sure it was preceded by “There’s no chance it’ll cause.”
No, I’m not nervous.
Anyway, I’m not exactly sure whether this thing has any effect on short-term vision but it certainly seems possible. So I may not be into staring at a monitor for a while. Or maybe I will, who knows? I’ll try to report in, though.
In the meantime…
Luck to you, Friend.
Good luck!
Luck Joel
Don’t blink!
Good luck Joel!
Yep, good luck, Joel. But if the laser doc or tech has arched eyebrows, is wearing a metallic-looking suit with big pointy things on the shoulders on the shoulders, and/or has an evil laugh — don’t let ’em point that laser at your eyeballs!
Good luck.
Fingers crossed …
Best of Luck Joel.
Have you got one of those harness thingies for Li’l Bear yet?
ducks and runs for cover
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