Thursday, 24 April 2014

My Epi-Lasik Experience

I recently went for a eye-correction surgery and there have been lots of people asking me how it went, how was the procedure like, was it painful, etc.

I thought I might as well share my experience here, where everyone can read it. Do note though, that this is merely my personal experience with the procedure. Do not take this as direct reference.

So the surgery that I went for was epi-Lasik, which is actually an enhanced (and safer) version of Lasik.

Differences between Lasik and Epi-Lasik
The standard Lasik procedure includes cutting a flap in the cornea. After the lasering is done, the flap is covered back and left to heal on its own. Risks of this procedure include trapped dust under the flap and uneven flap recovery. Furthermore, there will be permanent scarring which means that even if your eyesight becomes worse in the future, a second surgery cannot be done and it is not advisable to wear contact lenses.

Epi-Lasik, on the other hand, is a flap-free procedure. Epi-Lasik can be a better option for patients with thin corneas, where Lasik may not be suitable for them. It is slightly more costly than the traditional Lasik, but it poses less risk (Note: I said LESS risk, but still not entirely risk free). Instead, Epi-Lasik involves the removal of only the superficial layer of epithelium, which heals itself in a few days. If myopia returns, a second surgery is possible, depending on the eye conditions at that time.

Research and cost
After some research, I chose Clearvision Eye Clinic, as it was highly recommended and I had friends who went there for their surgery before. Their doctor was Dr Tony Ho, who is an experienced and certified eye surgeon.

Location of the clinic is conveniently located just in front of Mount Elizabeth Hospital (Orchard).

Their Epi-Lasik package was $3388 for two eyes, which includes a full evaluation, the actual surgery, full set of initial medication, and post-op reviews for the 1st month.

Pre-Lasik Evaluation
Because the clinic only opens during office hours and half day on Saturday, I had some difficulty scheduling an appointment for the initial evaluation. The only time slot I had was Saturday morning, which I arrived at 9.30am, feeling so damn sleepy.

They let me fill in a form for registration, and after taking down my details, I was told to wait. After like 30 mins, I was led to a room for a vision test. And then led me to wait outside again. And then another room for another test. And then another. I lost track.

Finally when all the tests were done, I was led to yet another room where a guy sat me down and showed me the initial test results. My cornea was slightly thinner than average, but still possible for the surgery. He played an informative video which describes the process and what to expect. He also explained the procedure, and told me I would be given medication and a pair of sunglasses to wear after the surgery. (He told me the sunglasses would "look cool". I naively believed him.) He also gave me some leaflets on eye-care instructions, and allowed me to ask as many questions as I wanted. I was told that on the day of surgery, I was not allowed to wear any make-up or perfume.

After that, I was told to walk over to Mount Elizabeth Hospital (Level 3) to go directly to the doctor's office. It was like super crowded and I had wait even more for more tests. GAHHHHH...

After I was done, I scheduled another date for the actual surgery (which can be scheduled any time, as soon as the following day, up to 6 months later). My surgery was scheduled to be in two weeks time. I paid the initial cost of the evaluation, which cost $85.60 (deductible from the actual surgery cost of $3388).

The entire evaluation process (plus waiting time) took about slightly over 2 hours.

Day of Surgery - Day 1 (Friday)
My surgery was scheduled to be on a Friday at 4.30pm (I took a half day leave from work). After work, I went to the restroom to remove my make-up and freshen up, had lunch, and went for a brief window shopping at Ion while waiting for time to pass.

I arrived at the clinic at 4pm. I was given a few forms to fill in, and to sign some consent forms which basically states that I have read and understood the risks and that I will not hold the clinic liable should any complications arise. After reading the entire thing throughly (more waiting time), a lady went through the forms with me again verbally and then I was given the full set of medication: 4 different types of eye drops (which include antibiotics, steroids, and whatnot), vitamin C tablets, sterile eye wipes, and sleeping pills (just in case). I was also given a pair of sunglasses (which were hideous!! The guy lied!!!!)

ugly shades!

After more waiting time, I was led to the cashier to make payment before the surgery.

After payment (more waiting time), I was given a blue surgery gown, a 'shower cap' thingy to wear on my head, and a pair of 'disposable slippers' to cover my feet. I also had to wear a surgical mask. One of my eye was covered with a plastic shield and the other eye was left exposed. I sat there and I waited... and waited... and waited... the doctor took like FOREVER to arrive. =(

By the time the doctor arrived, it was already like 6+pm (I thought my surgery was supposed to be at 4.30pm?!). He was really nice and friendly and made me feel at ease immediately. I was led into the surgery room and told to lie on the surgery bed. My head was clamped in place.

Here's a photo of me at the surgery bed, and the doctor and his assistant getting ready:

There I am, just lying waiting for the surgery to begin

The doctor then clamped one of my eye open and started the surgery. First, I felt this irritating (and slightly tingly and painful) feeling over my right eye and my vision became black. I think this is the part where the top layer is removed. After that, I could see again but my eye felt really raw and like kind of "exposed". The doctor told me to focus on the red blinking light above, and he started the laser (the laser was green). As the laser worked its magic, I started to smell a burnt smell and the white ceiling slowly turned black until all I could see was the red blinking light and nothing else. This part wasn't painful, to say the least. The laser lasted for about 15 seconds, and then the doctor immediately squirted a generous amount of liquid into my eye to cool it and wiped it clean (like, literally wiped the EYEBALL). Then, a contact lens was put over my eye (which is supposed to be left there for at least 5 days to protect my eyes while they recover, and will be removed by the doctor after my eye heals completely). The same process was repeated on my left eye.

The clinic was nice enough to take an after shot of me and the doc:

Successful surgery!

After surgery 
Immediately after the surgery, I was led to another room to rest. My eyes started to sting and I could not open them at all. I was told to close my eyes and rest, while the clinic assistant administered my first dose of antibiotics and steroid eye drops, in 10 min intervals.

The clinic was nice enough to help me call a cab. By the time the cab arrived, it was already 7pm and I was feeling SO TIRED. I was literally blind at that time, as I could not open my eyes at all. They were feeling severely irritated. Upon arriving home, I stumbled home and went straight to bed. Word of advice: Get someone to accompany you home after the surgery. Even taking a cab, riding alone was scary while being vision impaired.

Day 2 (Saturday)
I awoke the next morning and my vision was blur, which was expected in the initial recovery stage. I basically bummed around at home the whole day doing nothing, except keeping track of my eye drop time table. I kept napping every few hours, as my eyes got really really tired very easily. Basically the entire day was spent alternating between putting eye drops and napping. Prepare yourself for a few boring days ahead, as you will not feel comfortable enough to leave the house, nor being able to read, use the computer, or the TV. My eyes felt really dry.

Day 3 (Sunday)
I woke up feeling felt slightly better (even though my eyesight worsened even more, which was expected) so I decided to go out for brunch (of course, not forgetting my shades and my cap).

With the ugly shares and cap. I look like a celebrity, no?

Bad idea!!! Upon stepping out of the house, the sun felt extremely bright and even while wearing shades, I had to keep my head down to avoid the sun. One hour after being outdoors, I became tired and sleepy (due to tired eyes) and was already craving my warm comfy bed. After a short trip outdoors, I rushed back home and continued my routine of napping and eye dropping. My eyes were still dry, and I had to constantly remind myself not to rub my eyes or touch my eyes.

Day 4 (Monday - On Leave)
My eyesight seemed much better today, but still not good enough for reading. I got so bored I resorted to downloading audio books (why didn't I think of that earlier??) I felt slightly better so I went outdoors to get some fresh air, but as usual, I got tired after a few hours of being outdoors. Eyes still feeling dry, and still constantly feeling tired. I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't recover in time to go back to work.

Day 4 (Tuesday - On Leave)
Today is my next appointment with the doctor! I went back to Mt Elizabeth hospital for my checkup and to remove my contact lenses. However, the doctor said my eyes were not recovering as quickly as expected, so he told me to visit him at his other clinic at Bedok 1 day later. The doctor told me to reduce the frequency of the eye drops to 3 times a day, instead of the initial drop every 3-4 hours. Which is a good sign, I guess.

Later that evening, still wearing my shades, I popped by my work office to clear some stuff. My colleagues happily welcomed me back and thanks to my awkward looking shades, some teasing ensued.

I had some difficulty checking emails, as I couldn't read very well yet.

Day 5 (Wednesday - back to work!)
Thankfully, my eyesight was much better when I arrived at the office that morning, though I was still wearing my shades the entire time. The hard part of adapting was having to wear ugly shades even while being indoors (my office has huge glass windows which is like the floor to ceiling kind, so it was really bright) and having to keep to my eye drop schedule. I would sometimes forget to use my eye drops, especially when I got really busy.

That evening, after work, I went over to the clinic at Bedok to remove my contact lenses. I felt liberated yet so exposed and slightly uncomfortable. The doctor then stopped two of my eye drops, and reduced to only one type of eye drop. He also gave me additional lubricants to be used as frequently as needed. I was scheduled to return for a follow up check up 1 week later.

Day 6 - Day 11 (1 week)
Work resumed as usual, and I learned to adapt to my dry eyes and blurriness. My vision initially got better, but then worsened again. It kind of happened overnight. One night it was good, and then the next morning when I awoke, my sight became blur. I called the clinic to ask if I should be concerned, but the guy said as long as I did not feel any pain or experience any discharge, it should be fine. The blurriness continued for a few days and I had much difficulty reading the computer screen. I had to squint. On most mornings when I wake up, my eyes are so dry that I have difficulty opening them.

I developed a new nickname, my colleagues started calling me a celebrity because I was wearing shades all the time at work (like a celebrity does, LOL)

Day 12 
I went back for a follow up at the clinic. The doctor checked my eyes and said my eyes were still healing slower than normal. I raised my concern of my eyesight getting more and more blur, but the doctor said its normal for my eyesight to fluctuate in the initial period. He took me off the eyedrops and prescribed me yet another kind, to be used 2 times a day. I was scheduled for yet another checkup 1 week later.

Day 13 - Day 18 
My eyesight was improving, and my eyes were starting to get less dry. Eventually I stopped wearing sunglasses at the office, unless it was to go out for lunch. I relied less and less on the lubricating drops, and my vision was improving.

Day 19
I went back to the clinic for a followup, as scheduled. Upon the eye check, the doctor said my healing was still slow, and advised me to increase the drop frequency from 2 times to 3 times a day. Instead of 1 week, I was scheduled for another follow up 2 weeks later. *yay my eye checkup frequency is finally reducing!!*

Day 20 (today!)
Well, here I am blogging away so you can probably tell I am well enough *yay*! =D

Even though I was advised to wear shades for at least 1-2 months after surgery, sometimes I will "forget" to wear shades outdoors, as my eyes are quite comfortable with the sun by now. However, sometimes I still get eye strain if i stare at the computer for too long.

Eyesight isn't perfect yet, but dry eyes are gone (even though I still use lubricating drops as frequently as I can, just in case). I am still on prescribed eye drops, while waiting for my next appointment two weeks later.

I guess it should probably be smooth-sailing from now on, so I guess here ends my journey of epi-lasik.

Overall, it was a good experience and I am so glad I did this, ending my slavery to glasses and contact lenses!!!

Pretty me without glasses!!!!!


P.S.: I'm still being known as The Celebrity at work. Hee.

Sunday, 11 August 2013

Feeling thankful, feeling happy, and feeling blessed is what I'm good at.

Oh Hai.

I'm back.

It's a Sunday and Ive not felt so depressed for a long time.

Self help books do help, to a certain extent. I'm happier than the average person, and I know how to make myself feel better. I know certain tricks and cheats to instantly make myself feel like I'm worth more.

Feeling thankful, feeling happy, and feeling blessed is what I'm good at. And why shouldn't I be? I have a high paying job (well, not yet, but the money is rolling in), a stable career, a loving boyfriend, and I'm living in a modern city. I can afford luxuries like weekend brunches, overseas vacations, the occasional shopping spree, and such. The mere fact that I'm living and breathing makes me happy already.

I usually have a high EQ, but not today.

Today I feel like fucking shit.

It's a fucking Sunday and I've got work undone and I'm just fucking procrastinating and getting mad at myself for wasting my day away and, oh, great! It's already almost 6pm and I've got absolutely nothing done. Nil. Nada.

What have I done since the instant I woke up? Basically waste my time away. I'm angry at myself for not managing my time well, and the more I get angry at myself, the more time I waste and the more time I waste, the angrier I get.

It's a fucking vicious cycle.

It's not like didn't try.

I tried to calm myself down by falling asleep but I ended up wasting a good half hour tossing and turning in bed. I tried making myself happy by imagining the beautiful sun up in the sky, when reality kicked in and I think "oh fuck, its already 6pm the fucking sun has been up and gone and I've not done a single productive thing". I then tried telling myself to be thankful for the things I still have: "Be thankful the day is not over yet, it's only 6pm!" and then BAM "yup, its fucking 6pm and its only SIX FUCKING HOURS LEFT till midnight and then it'll be Monday and I've got nothing done."

The fact that I'm ranting here isn't helping, neither is the fact that my boyfriend is happily on his laptop gaming his day away while I'm soaking and fuming in my own filthy shitty mood.

I know I shouldn't blame anyone for this; it's my own fault for making myself feel this way, but it's always been in the nature of humans to want to find someone to blame for everything.

But really, whose fault is it this time if not for mine?

What do I really want?

For time to fucking stop so that I can take a breather and calm myself down without wasting any time doing it. I need time to calm myself down, and thats time wasted and the more time that gets wasted, the less calm I get.

Again, a fucking vicious cycle.

I just wanna fucking scream. 

Wednesday, 6 March 2013


For all the misfortunes and stressful burdens I've had to face, I'm thankful for the tiny blessings that makes life worth living. 

To those who say they love being single, enjoy it while you can: You won't know when you'll meet that someone worth changing your mind for.

I wasn't always single. I once was in a long-term relationship, which, unfortunately for the both of us, ended. The guilt, grief and sadness was overwhelming. I resorted to bad habits such as binge eating, self-hurt, and hallucinations.

After the healing process, I began to enjoy singlehood. What's there not to love?

1. freedom
2. friends
3. flirting
4. being the centre of attention of all the guys.

I never thought I would ever enjoy being in a relationship ever again.

Not until I met you.

Baby, you give me more freedom that I could ask for. You're my best friend. You're the only person I could ever enjoy flirting with, and with me constantly being the centre of your attention, why would I ever need anyone else's?

Thanks for coming into my life and making me realize that being single is fun, but being in a relationship could make my life even more fun, enjoyable, and happier!


Friday, 11 January 2013

I am happy.

“It’s more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit. … Because she seemed happy, they assumed that her behavior was effortless. … Now I wonder how effortless this really is.”
-The Happiness Project, Gretchen Rubin-

As I was walking home from the MRT station today, I suddenly noticed the leaves falling gently and the nice cool breeze. I am usually a very fast walker (no thanks to Singapore’s fast paced culture) but just this once, I slowed down my pace, and suddenly I saw things in a different light. I was smiling to myself, and the 10 or so pedestrians who walked past me might have thought I was out of my mind, but I couldn’t help it. What is there not to be happy about?

The breeze was blowing in my hair. The trees looked beautiful. The sky was grey and calm. I could pull off walking effortlessly and elegantly in my 3-inch heels. I was in my favorite skirt. My favorite song was playing on my iPod. I had a book in my hand, an iPod in my bag, and gorgeous hair. I have awesome friends with whom I have awesome times. What else could one ask for?

Sure, just a few hours ago I had stained my panties bright red with blood. I had to force myself to ask a stranger for a change of sanitary pads. I’m unemployed and money is tight. I’m being kicked out of my own home due to renovations and am forced to temporarily live somewhere else, with a limited supply of clothes. My broken phone screen costs $300 to fix.

But you know what?

Rachel’s Guidelines to Living No. 14: You are happy now, not later. 

P.S.: Who says a woman on her period can't stay cheerful? 

Friday, 23 September 2011

On a final note...

Have you ever been in a relationship that initially was happy but then as the years went by, you found someone else better, the communication got less and less, you stopped telling each other things, you took each other for granted, and no matter how hard you tried to save that relationship you knew that eventually it wouldn't last (despite the lies you constantly tell yourself) and that it would probably be better if you ended the suffering sooner?

It's been a long way.

This blog was founded in 2007, and since then, we've been through a whole lot together. The time when I went into college, the time when my heart was painfully broken into a million pieces, the time I almost failed my A-Levels, the time when I had my first job, the time when I first entered university, the time when I found the love of my life, the time when I first got my internship. My happiness and sorrows, my achievements and failures, my happiest and most depressing moments of my life... All were shared, and it was like my life's journey was etched here, a mark that could stay forever.

I don't know what changed; but I guess sometimes as we grow, our perspective and judgement change with us as we continue to better ourselves by readjusting our goals, ambitions and life's important stuff. As hard as it seems, sometimes, we've got to move on and let go of the past.

Trust me when I say letting go of this blog is one of the most painful and difficult things that I have done in my life. It has been my confidant, friend, and companion for 4 years now, and I thought it would be so much more.

It pains me that our relationship should end here, when I think of my life's journey ahead of me: My graduation day, my first job, my wedding day, my first job promotion, my first car...

My pet's death, my injuries, my sicknesses, my mourning heart, my painful loss of a loved one...

I have always shared everything with my blog but from now onwards, I won't, and that pains me.

Will I ever come back here?


Even though a breakup can be painful at first, but then something magical happens. Time happens and before you know it, you've become your own future and you'll become friends again, maybe catch up with each other on updates in my life...

Who knows? I might drop by for a short visit once in a while. Maybe someday when I graduate, get my dream job, get married, get promoted, or even get a car... Through my happiness I may reminisce of the past and I may come back just for a quick update.

As for now, it's goodbye.

I guess all I can satpy is, it was fun while it lasted, but in the end it becaome more and more of a burdensome responsibility to me rather than being a fun activity.

Though our relationship was short lived, I can proudly say that it was a happy and memorable one which I will remember always.

Raedarlingz, you will not be forgotten.


Friday, 16 September 2011

Removal of my braids

I'm not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I know that I'm not dumb. I also know I'm not blonde. 
 ~Dolly Parton

Remember how I did my braids last summer while I was in the States?

You didn't get to see them being made, so at least I'll show you how they're being removed.

It was a painful process. Not only physically painful, but mentally torturing as well, especially when clumps of hair dropped of my own head. 

If you're a fellow female, I'm sure you understand that kind of pain. 

If the video doesn't load, click here to watch directly from Youtube.

Thursday, 15 September 2011

The name's Rachel.

"A rose by any other name would sound as sweet."
-William Shakespeare-

It's the 6th academic week already (and recess week is coming real soon omg).


I have not started studying yet!!!

Plus, my FYP progress is zilch.

I try to stay in my room to study, but I somehow always end up doing something else.


I don't think readers come here to read about my rants anyway.

Hey, I know! Would you like to hear about the stupid ang moh lady who pissed me off a few months ago? Yeah?? That'd seem like something people are generally interested in, right? Listening to the plights of others...

So it was back in May when I went to the US to work and travel (and I'm not even done uploading pictures of them yet. I'm such a procrastinator). Upon arrival, I went to check in to the employees hostel. The HR behind the counter asked us for details like travel documents, passports, stuff like that.

After all that hassle shit, she turned at me and said "What's your name?"

I said "Rachel."

"No, I want your legal name."

"Yeah, it's Rachel."

"No, I don't want any nicknames. I mean, I want your legal name as it is in your passport."

"Yeah, Rachel is in my passport."

"Let me see your passport."

So she takes my passport, reads my name, and keys it into her computer (presumably the employee list).

You could tell from that conversation she was pretty stupid.

Why can't an Asian have a first name as Rachel?? Considering the fact that you're in HR and that's an employees housing quarter where international students come in and out each season, I'm sure you have worked with Asians long enough to know that SOME OF US HAVE FIRST NAMES IN ENGLISH, BIATCH.

So anyway, a few days later was our orientation day and guess who was there to conduct it? Yes, teh biatch.

To make things worse, she had a horrible Southern accent which made listening to her a pain to my ears.

Later, she called our names one by one for the printing of our employee card.

You guessed it. She called me by my chinese name, "Jia Ru" because that's what she apparently had on her employee list. So that probably mean that on the first day when I showed her my passport, she MISSED the "Rachel" on purpose, right? RIGHT???

What, now, just because I'm Asian I can't have an English name? "Jia Ru" is more of a middle name to me, so how would YOU like it if I started calling you by your middle name instead?

Ignoring my name on purpose after seeing it VERY OBVIOUSLY PRINTED on my passport (i.e. A VERY LEGAL DOCUMENT) is just plain effin' disrespectful, that's what I'd say.

In the end, my employee card read "Jia Ru Liew".

When it came to name tag printing, I requested it to be printed as "Rachel", when she conveniently announced: "You may use your nick names on your name tags, but not on official documents, okay?"

Yeah, yeah, just shut the F*** up. 

For the next 6 weeks of work, whenever some ang mohs saw my name tag, they'd go "Is 'Rachel' your real name?", and I'd have to explain the situation to them.

Liew out.