My eye surgery last week was actually pretty uneventful, given how much I freaked out about it beforehand. I couldn’t find my Klonopin (my medicine cabinet is hopelessly disorganized), so Brittany very generously offered up two of her Ativan instead. Dave and I left while Catie was taking a nap, and my sister Tracy (who’d flown in the night before) and Brittany promised to keep Catie happy and entertained when she woke up.

I took one Ativan before we left the house, and since I was still shaky and panicky when we got the eye doctor’s office (and I found out that they do NOT give you drugs for this procedure), I asked for a cup of water so I could take the second one. They measured my eye pressure and put some drops in my eyes to make my pupils constrict (which was very weird), then sent me back to the waiting room to wait for the doctor. I sat with Dave, both of us playing with our iPhones – he was playing Scrabble, I was reading Twitter. Then I suddenly looked up and realized that heeeeey, I feel goooood. I was full-on stoned from the Ativan. I even whipped out my iPhone and took this picture of Dave and me.

Flattering, no? Now you know what I look like when I’m stoned. (Um, not that I ever do that. Anymore.) (Also: how cute is Dave in that picture? He looks all, “yes yes, I’m tolerating my ridiculous goof of a wife quite well, thank you.”)

Anyway, the doctor finally showed up and brought me back. Honestly, the surgery wasn’t nearly as horrible as I was expecting. It was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t agonizing or anything. I can think of things (i.e., the dentist) that are far more painful.

After it was all done, we came home, just as Tracy and Brittany were about to take Catie shopping (an effort to keep her distracted from the fact that Mommy wasn’t around; they came back with at least half a dozen books and a stuffed elephant. Thanks, aunt Tracy!). I managed to sneak past them so Catie didn’t see me, and I went straight to bed. I slept for a couple of hours, and woke up feeling great.

And really, I’ve had no problems since then. I have to use some prednisone eye drops four times a day for the next week to prevent swelling, but that’s about it. I have a follow-up appointment in a few weeks, and… yeah. That’s pretty much all there is to it. I know, you’d think it’d be more dramatic, right? Meh.

Up next: moving drama. Oy.