No, my eyesite degraded, but not too much. My Dad was most worried I would lose my NROTC scholarship which was getting me through college on Uncle Sam’s dime.
All is well. For several years afterwards, when I visited an optometrist or opthamologist, it would freak out the doctor, but the little plastic pieces were tiny and benign.
The Lord watches over his flock. As a child, had the opportunity to find fool’s gold in rocks carried home from vacation up north. Once home, mined them with hammer. No gold in return, but a bit of something flew into my eye while mining. Dr. removed the bit of ‘gold’; which was not near enough to pay his bill :-/ A promise made to my parents never to attempt to mine ever again.