So it's been 24 hours since I had my LASIK eye surgery. I'm kind of in shock at how well I can already see, given the fact that you can still see the blood-lined flaps that were cut in my eyes to allow for the laser reshaping of my corneas. These pictures were taken seconds after I got out of the taxi last night, when I promptly went home, popped a sleeping pill (that the doctor provided) and allowed the healing process to begin. Right now, my left eye is 100 percent sharp and seeing crystal clear. My right eye is still a bit fuzzy (my doctor says it's "slightly behind" in the healing process versus the left -- does this mean I now have a "lazy" eye?), but I'm already able to do everything -- including read -- sans glasses. I'm truly ecstatic, but after six years of wearing my glasses nearly full time, I keep finding myself still feeling them on my face and reaching for them! It's kind of funny, but really drives home the horror of what people who lose limbs must go through. Modern medicine is pretty amazing stuff, but I do want to go on the record -- unlike any of my friends who had LASIK before me -- as saying that when I was on that operating table last night and that suction cup latched on to my first eye and the whole thing began, I was SCARED OUT OF MY F**KING MIND, Xanyx or no Xanyx! No, there wasn't any pain. But when you smell your eye balls burning as you lie pinned to a table, it's a pretty horrifying experience. I don't say this to scare anyone off -- I'd do it again in a second -- but I probably wouldn't have been half as freaked out if someone had leveled with me going into this what exactly it felt like. Let's just call this my version of a public service announcement!