I did something last Thursday I never thought I would do. After conducting a lot of research and talking it over with my family and friends, I underwent Laser-Assisted In Situ Keratomileusis, otherwise known as LASIK eye surgery. If you’re not familiar with LASIK, it’s a surgical procedure that permanently changes the shape of your cornea and is intended to reduce your dependency on glasses or contact lenses. One week removed from the procedure and my vision is as sharp as a Bald Eagle’s swooping down on unsuspecting prey.

To say that I was nervous about the surgery would be an understatement. While almost everyone I spoke with [who had already undergone the procedure] raved about it and encouraged me to go for it, there were still some pretty significant risks, including loss of vision, being under or over treated, developing severe dry-eye syndrome, experiencing permanent sensitivity to light, and more. A classic ‘risks verses rewards’ scenario.

After an extremely restless night of sleep, I arrived at the surgeon’s office last Thursday morning where I was summarily offered a Valium. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m the type of person who doesn’t feel all that comfy around someone who wants to poke around in my eyes. Even with the Valium taking hold of my body and mind, I was still very uneasy with what was about to happen. By the time the surgeon arrived at the table, my hands were clinched tighter than my wife’s during the birth of our first child.

Of course, everything turned out okay. My doctor tells me that the procedure was so successful that I could walk into another ophthalmologist’s office, have him or her examine my eyes, and even they wouldn’t be able to tell that just eight days ago I had LASIK. Now I can see my hair stylist cut my hair for the first time since childhood, and when I lean in to give my wife a kiss goodnight, I can actually see her too!

As entrepreneurs, we face risks verses rewards scenarios—especially from a 30,000-foot level—all the time, but once those scenarios become personal, well, that’s a whole-nother story. For me, the more uncomfortable I feel about something, the riskier it tends to be; and since I’m a serial risk taker, despite the clinched fists, oddly enough, I actually enjoy the experience.