I’m a contrary old cuss about some things. (You probably didn’t hear that here first.) It’s a Lael trait to be contrary, after all.
Years ago, when it was a cutting edge deal (pun intended), I had laser surgery on the old eyeballs. I traveled all the way to Toronto to have one eye done, waited six months, and went back for the other one, wearing a single contact in the interim. There was no pain involved, unless you count the stabs to my pocketbook, and each eye only took about a minute to do. As soon as the technique… Read More »