Probably the hardest part for me mentally was once he pressed the cutter down on my eye to create the flap. The little dude in the back of my head that starts jabbering when I get scared was going apeshit, and I was thinking "this has just become a one-way street - no way to back out now..."This place has done something like 200,000 procedures and the Doctor is highly regarded etc so I wasn’t worried there. But between their efficiency and the fact the machines were doing most of the work with them really only calling out numbers or telling me “suction on” or “you’re doing great” it just felt wild to me
I *hated* the feeling of being trapped. But it didn't last long, and the pills and staff definitely helped.