The glowest eye

WARNING: Not for anyone who didn't like that one part in the pirate movie.

On Friday I was putting my contacts in and my eye felt funny. So I went to take the left one out and only half of it came out. I dug around and dug around, trying to find the other half, then decided that it had probably fallen out in my digging and I hadn't noticed it. Because I wear disposable contacts, they're always getting lost in the putting-in/taking-out processes - falling onto the floor, sticking to my clothes, falling into the sink - and I don't really worry about them.

I put another left contact in and went to class, but my eye was so irritated from the rubbing that I had to take them out during my break and put my glasses on. I told the story to Jon, sitting next to me, and he suggested that the pollen in the air might have something to do with it.

But the suspicion had already set in that I had managed to get an infection or a cut or an infected cut by fiddling around in there too much. It didn't help when my vision went cloudy, my eye went goopy, and it hurt. I spent the whole weekend imagining scenarios where I had to take piles of medication, undergo surgery, or - worse yet - wear a patch over my eye over a week early.

So I finally managed to get an appointment for today. I went in and described my symptoms and my panicked hypochondriac theories to the physician's assistant. He took a look at my eye and discovered...

That there was half a contact in the corner of my eye. Duh.

I'm sure you had it figured out, but I really figured that if I'd had part of a contact in my eye, it would have fallen out over the four days since it tore. So he pointed out where it was and held the mirror so I could get it out (which is really the best idea because strange fingers coming at my eyes tend to panic me and this way it was billed as a 'visit' rather than 'removal of foreign body, eye').

The best part of all was that he checked to make sure the contact hadn't scratched my eye by putting glow-drops in and looking at the eye under a black-light. I want to know if you can buy these drops at retail establishments. I would be the coolest person ever if I had glow-in-the dark eyes. For now I'll just have to dream that the one he did was permanent and that I'll be able to freak people out at parties for the rest of my life.

srah - Tuesday, 9 September 2003 - 6:03 PM
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gravatar alfie - September 9, 2003 - 7:16 PM -

I got half a contact lense stuck in my eye the day I switched brands (for that one day, then I switched back). That was the night I had to go to the emergency room because I couldn't get the stupid contacts out of my eyes. The nurse had to take them out and she only got one and a half. The other half came out at school, I think.

gravatar richard - September 9, 2003 - 10:02 PM -

ol' yellow eyes is back.

gravatar katie - September 10, 2003 - 8:52 AM -

AAAAH!!! DATA!!!!! What is that album, anyway? Is it singing, or interviews, or what? The really negative review at the bottom does have a point...

gravatar Cheryl - September 10, 2003 - 11:40 AM -

I think you'd be the scariest person if you had glow-in-the-dark eyes. Remember in middle school when the lights went out (you know, one of those many many times) the day after Halloween? I still had makeup on and so I had a glow-in-the-dark face and Harmony and Grace screamed. We were in the orchestra room, the darkest room in the place!

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