This morning I went in for yet another eye-related surgery (I have vision problems galore). Photorefractive Keratectomy (or PRK for short) on my right eye. My (super hot) ophthalmological surgeon merely attended and explained what was going on, but it was all done (like my previous surgeries) with basically robots. My eyeballs have been lasered, more than once. And it's really fast. Granted, the recovery will be rougher than last time and I am a little bit loopy on valium (which they doubled my dose for this time for no reason) and also vicodin.
And yes, I wore a sheath dress (Modcloth), stockings (Wolford), and a pair of black leather flats that you can't see (Manolo Blahnik). I removed my earrings for the procedure, but I did wear a necklace and bracelet. I don't know, this is just how I'm comfortable I guess?
I at least had the foresight to wear flats?
I apologize ahead of time for any strange texts I send. In fact, someone come take my phone away from me. I can't be trusted while high.