PRK ON MY "SEAL'S" SCHEDULE

Hey y'all,

I had told y'all a few weeks ago that my 3rd son Phillip had signed up to be a Navy Seal. I had also told y'all that his vision was ruled so bad that he had to get vision correction surgery, and that it might not be possible due to his tender age of 18, and that I would keep y'all updated.

Well, his evaluation was today. I went with him to the Steen-Hall eye clinic way over in Shreveport (due to the fact that his eyes were gonna be diluted or something, and he couldn't drive off from there by himself on his motorcycle). Everything checked out great! It seems that his eyes have not changed at all over the last 3 years, and the eye surgeon is willing to do the PRK corrective surgery on his eyes.

We were up there for about 3 hours doing all kind of computer and eye equipment tests. It was real interesting. That gal shot a big old light in his eyes, and a picture of it came up on a computer screen...it kinda looked like a hurricane on The Weather Channel to me, but she knew what she was looking at, I think.

Then there was other equipment that they put his glasses in front of, and a computer print machine started spitting out a bunch of papers. Then there was the regular old-timey deal that every eye doctor has that you look through while they spin the little wheels around and make you read E F P T O Z and such.

Then, there was another final machine that he had to look through with his chin and forehead seat straight against it, and they were taking other pictures of the boy's eyeball.

It was pretty impressive! Those folks at the Steen-Hall eye clinic have got their game on!!!! I don't know how much they spent for all that stuff, but it was sure worth it!

So, Phillip is scheduled for PRK (well, they have changed the name of it now to something else, because the surgeon doesn't actually cut your eyeball out with a knife...a machine does it now) next Thursday. As I understand it, they are gonna give him some Valium, and some pain-killer on his eyeballs. Then they are gonna take something like the wand of a vacuum cleaner, and suck his eyeball out...chop the top off of it...fix the top...put it back...turn off the vacuum cleaner, and send him off to the US Navy Seals.

But everything is a "go" on the vision fix. I had promised to let y'all know. I guess I'm happy about it all...I guess...

Dang...he's a braver man than I am...