Masochist to the Vanilla Life Rescue (Laser Eye Surgery)

Five hours after lasers had been beamed into my eyes, I found myself in bed in a dark room with nothing but my thoughts to keep me, my two very pissed off eyes, and my BITCH of a headache company.  The recommended four-hour nap would have been a blessing, but my body below the neck hadn't done anything more than take a train ride that day, so I had only managed to kill two hours.  Obviously, the eye center didn't get a whole lot of kinksters.  A single adrenaline spike is never enough to put me down for the count.  One is merely foreplay for my greedy hungry soul.  Though no part of me wanted to go another round with PRK laser.  RED!!!  (Naaa...it wasn't that bad. Eye NUMBING!!! lol)

Anyway...I was deep into the post-op phase of things, and I was trapped.  Blind/light sensitive as a bat and tiny slits to see through, I couldn't read, I couldn't write, I couldn't waste time on the news or Amazon Prime TV.  All I had were thoughts.  And all the thoughts revolved around...holy shit this fucking sucks!  I want to scrap my eyeballs out and this headache wraps around my head like a ten pound sweatband four sizes too small.  How did I NOT realize my eye sockets would swell up like they'd had a round with Mike Tyson???  Fuck me.  I'm an idiot.  I KNOW how the body responds to assault.

It wasn't long before the hero of the day/weekend - my masochist - swooped in with her knowledge of pain processing and reality to take the lead.  At first it was a little surprising how much she could contribute to this very vanilla and unsexy occasion, but in no time I realized just how much sense it all makes.  That needy bitch does have some practical wisdom.

1. "Just as your bedroom has a multitude of pain-inducing toys tucked away...You signed up for this shit, sister.  There's about 14 forms with your slashy signature back at the doctor's office about your INFORMED CONSENT. Can't be annoyed with anyone but yourself."  ~sigh~ Consent or not, pain is much more fun when my sexy man is the one doing the giving.
2. "Breathe.  Slow.  Deep.  Cleansing breaths." That shit didn't work out that well, but it never does much for me in a scene either.  Any more bright ideas?
3. "Shift the pain. Make something else hurt worse than your temples and the irritating scratch eye thing."  Ahhh-HA!  First I tried some pressure point in my hand.  Zero results.  Why I even imagined for a moment that that would work at this stage in my masochistic experience is testament to how clearly I was NOT thinking.  Then I grabbed my trigger point styrofoam tube that I use on my calves.  Barely registered.  All the yoga I've been doing has my muscles nice and loose.   Errrr...  Then I grabbed my softball for trigger point therapy on my shoulders and neck.  Without missing a beat that softball was under the rear portion of the sweatband vice around my head and digging fiercely.  ~blissful sigh~  My neck was tight as a fist, and the softball was my masochists heaven.  Pain I could embrace.  Pain that served a productive purpose.  Pain that gave me relief.
4. "Quit fighting it.  Let the pain have you."  Part masochistic wisdom, part submissive mantra - "giving in" is still often the most difficult challenge but the greatest reward.  Be in the moment, and even if it sucks...embrace the living in it.  You never know what you might learn.  Patience was to be my lesson.
5. "In theory...this suffering shall end.  And just like in play, you will be happier for having gone through it.  Remember how great you could see right after surgery???"  Yep, immediately after surgery I was stunned at how fantastic my vision was.  IMPORTANT NOTE:  My vision was essentially a -10 aka can't see shit without my glasses.  I tried to focus on that moment of joy, but in the end it always boiled down to:  "Yeah...yeah...how much time has passed?!?"  lol

It's now Sunday night, three and a half blessed days later, and my masochist got me through it all. Bless the fuck out of her!!!  I no longer look like a boxing reject nor am I counting the minutes until my next round of not-as-effective-as-I'd-wish Ibuprofen and Tylenol.  I can read/write with moderate success, and I took my ass for a desperately needed walk under lovely cloudy skies.  But best of all, I did all that WITHOUT glasses/contacts for the first time in damn near 40 years.  Wooo-hoooo!!!!

While eye bondage and impact play are sooooo NOT my kink, I'm very very glad I took the plunge and had laser surgery.  If there's ever a zombie apocalypse or the Russians do decide to invade NYC, I am no longer doomed to die within 3 1/2 seconds of losing my glasses.
~DominaKat

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