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Optic Nerve” - Blogisode #2

The first thing I heard when I woke up wasn't 'good morning' or 'how are you?' but the unpleasant rip of tape being pulled from unwilling skin. In two seconds flat, both plastic eye shields were off my face and in my boyfriend's hands. "It's better if you do it fast," Steve said. "Better for who?" I asked rubbing the sting away. My eyes lashes were sticky with eye drops and whatever LASIK residue had crept out of them overnight. But I pried them open and focused in on Steve's face. And it was like someone had taken the Mona Lisa out from behind glass. He'd kill me for saying that, but it really was true. Something about the smile and the closeness.He peered at me curiously. "What is it?" I asked, expecting the worst."Nothing. Your eyes just look bigger, that's all." The phone rang. For some reason, I shrank away. Then I got over it and answered. "Is this The Girl Who Got Her Eyes Fixed?" said the voice on the other line. And don't go thinking I'm getting all cutesy on you, that's just how she said it, capitals and all. "Um, yes," I said, after a glance around the room confirmed they really were fixed."I think you have my teddy bear." Another glance around the room confirmed that this, too, was true. "Oh, I'm really sorry. It was just all a blur after the operation, and-""Literally," she said, cutting off my explanation where it needed to be. "Don't worry about it. Marjorie told me you have your follow up at four. I could meet you there.""Who's Marjorie?" I asked. "The receptionist. At the Laser Center.""Oh, right." Incredible. The receptionist had a name but I was simply The Girl Who Had Her Eyes Fixed."I'll see you then," she said and was just about to hang up when I asked for her name."Mia," she said up but didn't ask for mine.