A whole 2 days earlier than I could get in to an insurance covered eye doctor I was able to get an appointment at Wal Mart, and because I am incredibly patient I took the Wal Mart appointment. While waiting for my appointment I decided it would be an excellent idea to get contacts. Now mind you, I can't even watch someone touch an eye on television, so why I thought I could not only touch my eye, but purposely put something in it, I have no idea--none whatsoever.
It started out pretty well. The technician was very patient with me while I repeatedly closed my eyes *just* before getting the contact in my eye. After about 15 minutes, I managed to get one in. Then, I had to do it again. The second one didn't take so long, but I still had several missteps. I was thrilled! I managed to actually get the contacts in my eyes...both of them, even!! Then she gave me the horrible, terrible news. I had to learn to take them out. Take them out?! I just managed to get them in! But I did it. I took them out. Well, I took one out anyway. And, I managed to get it back in.
I left, went to the glasses area, and ordered a pair. You know, just in case, my eye gets irritated or something, but that wasn't going to happen, but I knew I should have a pair for "an emergency". After ordering my glasses, I went to the jewelry department because now I can have more than one pair of sunglasses, and I needed them to drive home. Cool.
I went home, and spent the day randomly trying go adjust my glasses that were not there. I was reveling in my new found freedom from the lens. No more smudges. No more fogged up lenses. No more rain on the glass. Until, I started to get tired. Then I rubbed my eyes. Not good. Apparently, if you rub your eyes with contacts the contact pops right out. Hmmmm. Didn't think of that. Ok, it's alright. I can learn to not rub my eyes. Really, I can. Then, I did it again. I decided to leave them out for the night, and start again in the morning.
Thaaat went well...NOT! It took me for.ev.er to get the contacts back in my eyes. Not only that, but, as hinted at by the name of my blog, I can be a bit obsessive. My new obsessive thought? I was going to miss something while washing my hands, and I was going to transfer a virus to my eyes, and then I was going to have to have people put things in my eyes. In them! I had to puuush that thought back. Way back.
Later that day, we went shopping. My eyes hurt. I felt like I had an eyelash in them, and I was getting sick to my stomach. I could not wait to get them out. Except I would have to wait. Because I could NOT get them out. I tried. I panicked. I gave up. I tried, again. Repeat and repeat again. I finally get them out, and I put them away for the day. Determined to try again later.
Then that obsessive thing comes in to play again. See, between every try I was washing my hands. Which would be great if it weren't for the fact that I am allergic (sensitive?) to anti-bacterial soap. I woke up in the middle of the night with my fingers so red and swollen that I could barely get my wedding rings off, and so itchy that I had to slather them with hydrocortizone cream. Not fun.
The good new is that when my new glasses came in about 2 weeks later, the skin was almost completely healed on my fingers. Oh, that, and I chose glasses that I really, really like, and not just some "they are ok, but they are not really going to be used so get the cheapest ones" glasses. Sometimes, *I* don't even know how well I know myself.
