Arthur and Melissa’s Notes on Everything

Wow! The Orlando International Airport’s Hyatt is serious about not smoking in their clean rooms. Good for them!

“How’s that Texas air, Smokey?”

My mom bought us trees for our birthdays. This is the plan we settled on - eventually we’ll add in dogwoods between these magnolias, or at least that’s the plan today.

I’m fine. The Prius needs two new bumpers — I was rear-ended and pushed into the car in front of me.

In case anybody was wondering, this is a classic example of the technical term, “blown.”

This morning, a bright and early 7:40 am follow up exam. I drove, since the medicine was long worn off. Dr. Mitchell says my eyes are looking good. The irritation you feel after LASIK is from the edges of the flap not being healed on to the cornea, which is a major reason they tell you to take a 3 hour nap when you get home. This morning, the light fog is still hanging around, and the doctor says it should get better over the next four weeks. With both eyes together, I’m already working on 20/15, which is outstanding considering my corneas are still swollen from the surgery.

There’s an odd mental tension in this state — I keep wanting to put my glasses on to make the fog go away, but things are already in focus, so that won’t do any good. There’s also the classic indicator for needing glasses — if I really needed them, I’d have one killer migraine by now. The absolutely most unusual experience for me in all of this (apart from the surgery itself) happened earlier today in the one place I’ve never been able to see clearly: I took a shower. If you wear glasses, you understand.