If you take the time to read any of the bulletin boards or chatrooms on the web about Lasik surgery, you will wonder how any person could get the bravery to line up a Lasik process, and why the hey they’d need it. The diverse Lasik clinics sound anywhere from impersonal to something similar to Doctor. Frankenstein’s lab, and the Lasik process itself sounds, well, surreal. It feels like the sole folk that would get Lasik are those with such bad vision that they cannot get out of bed without their glasses on. Well, let me give you my story about how I selected Lasik. First of all, my vision is not good, though not terrible either. I am able to really go to flicks and see good enough to enjoy the film without glasses, but I need glasses to drive to read the street signs far enough away to act on the info. So for me, Lasik was not mandatory, but I figured would shed light upon my life. I am out of doors awfully frequently, back-packing, climbing hills, and mountain cycling. Glasses don’t last long with me, and I am frequently grinding into the mud which isn’t the best situation for contacts. For these reasons, Lasik looked extremely appealing. The paragraph above might make you think that I am a “manly guy” ( hope therefore think so ), so why the hey would I be afraid of a little Lasik knife? OK, technically Lasik doesn’t use a scalpel but rather a “microkeratome blade”, but it is still a sharp object approaching my eye as part of the Lasik procedure. Today Lasik consultants can get a laser to chop the flap in the eye, which is more than slightly better than a sharpened blade. But anyhow, I had too many spills in my life to think any sharp object nearing my eye was an excellent idea, even under the talented hands of a Lasik surgeon. After chatting with three ( yes, three ) independent Lasik doctors, they each guaranteed me that a twenty-eight year old guy in nearly perfect health ( OK, I exaggerate a bit ) with fair nearsightedness was one of the very best candidates for a successful Lasik eye surgery. I chose to schedule my Lasik procedure with the one that had the best track record, and by accident took the most time to clarify everything about Lasik to me. The Lasik surgery wasn’t agonizing, though I accepted nearly everything they offered to give me comfort, including a sedative and a furry bear. ( I even returned to take a picture of me and the Lasik comforting toy bear. ) The only peculiar thing I remember about the Lasik procedure itself was a smell, something slightly like hair burning. I guess that was my eye. I am kind of glad they didn’t let me know to expect before the Lasik procedure, I’m really not sure I might have gone in. After a few years, I guess i was a nearly perfect Lasik customer, as my eyes now have twenty / 20 vision and have stayed stable long after the Lasik operation. I say that if you’re a good candidate for a Lasik vision correction process, grab that furry bear and go on in. www.eyeslasiksurgery.com