After waiting nearly four months in anticipation for PRK corrective eye surgery, my day had finally come. I showed up at LASIK MD with sunglasses, a ride home and a white shirt – I’ve been told to show no fear and sweat seeping through colour would have given me away for sure. Nervous? Petrified. I was about to willingly lie under a laser as it reshaped my cornea. What the hell was I thinking?