The wife got LASIK done yesterday, and I can understand why. I hate wearing glasses. It doesn’t bother me so much until I get scratches on the lenses. In the waiting room, they initially asked if I wanted to watch. “Hell, no!” was my first response. An hour later, and it was her turn. Curiosity got the better of me. If I am going to get this done in the near future, maybe I should know what to expect. I am a bit squeamish about the eyes. After the first eye, I was done. Why did I watch that?! I really don’t want to get that done now! I’m not going to wuss out. I’ll get it done, but damn! I’ll need to be knocked loopy before I can get in that chair and have them do that! I’d rather sit through a five hour tattoo marathon than twenty minutes in that chair with them messing with my eyeballs. My blood pressure is up just thinking about it! Now, I do not know which I would hate more, this eye stuff or going to the dentist.