What a day ahead of me . . .
Alrighty, people . . . I’m queen of the overleveraged. Sometimes I think there’s a contest to see how much I can pack into the day. I have THREE children’s dance recitals, a birthday party, my dad’s gig, and I’m capping off the evening by meeting another friend for cocktails. WTF? Did I mention that I just put in two flats of annuals?
Then there’s the little problem with my contact lens. I’m one of those people who brutalizes her eyes by keeping in her disposable contact lenses for WAY longer than I should. My optometrist believes that I order several pairs from a discount retailer in between visits. I hate to tell her the truth — that I actually make those that I buy from her last for an entire year. The irony is that my prescription improved last year. My right eye is -1.75, and my left eye is -2.5. My left eye is actually my stronger eye, even though my eyesight is worse. This is all relevant info, I promise you.
Last night, I was sitting on the couch, rubbing my eyes, thinking that it was about that time for me to switch to a new pair. I closed my left eye — the strong one — and realizes that I couldn’t see so well out of my right eye. So, I did what every normal person would do — I stuck my finger in my right eye to adjust my lens. Except there was no lens there.
After I eliminated the burn from having massaged my unprotected eyeball, I looked in the mirror and searched my eye for the lens. Lenses can occasionally slide up under the lid, and, in bad cases, can get folded up and crammed in the corner of your eye. (apologies to those who are getting sick from this post. Imagine how it is to go through it. Yuck!)
I never found the lens - not even after tilting my head, using an eye wash, yanking on my lid. That bad boy’s gone. LONG gone. I wish I knew what happened to it, and when.
I have new contact lenses in now. I can only hope that there aren’t two in the right eye.
“Blinky” is signing off to continue the day!
