Saturday, July 26, 2008

Pretty crazy event just happened.

I wake up this morning and can't open my right eye. "What the hell" (Statement, not question). I rub my eye with my palm in a twisting fashion while making my way to the bathroom. 

"Wow, that is shocking." I think to my self. 

My eye is swollen and is covered in a yellow goo. Thinking straight at this moment I grab a nice white towel. Well, it's not a nice white towel any longer. I start inspecting at a comically close distance from the mirror. Blood shot and irritated, my seeing mechanism is presumably stressed out. 

"Crap dude." I say that out loud in a slightly whining voice, elongating the pronunciation of "dude." I start running my finger over the surface of my eye ball which doesn't really bother me since I wear contacts occasionally. My eyes are used to being handled. "Ah." I wore contacts last night. But I knew I had taken them out. 

"Ah, nice." Shaking my head as in agreement. I didn't actually see the one from my right eye pop out but only figured I had dropped it. It was midnight at the time and I held my hand up covering my left eye then switching to my right eye and everything was definitely blurry. "Boom. No contacts in my eyes. Lets go to bed." Thats what I say every time I take out my contacts. "Boom." Followed by "No contacts in my eyes. Lets go to bed."

Anyways, I start pulling my eyelids out and blink. I felt something. There is something there but I can't see it. I actually, no joke, jam my index finger underneath my eye. It's surprising how far you can go with this. 

"Freakin sick." Emerging was a folded contact (I wear soft dailies). A folded piece of rubber/plastic emerging like a worm from underneath my eye. I didn't think it was possible for this to happen. I've always been afraid of my contact working its way behind my eye and causing some massive brain infection. 

Life is short. It could be shorter because of soft dailies. 

(After doing a bit of internet research I pulled this quote from a optometrists website. "If you think you have a contact lens someplace in your eye, and you can't find it, call your eyecare practitioner." — Dr. Dubow

3 comments:

elisa beeson said...

one of my worst fears...aaaaah!

Bryce Perica said...

I'm glad it was just that. Are you ready to hang out?

Rachel L. said...

Oh my gosh.

Boom. Hahaha! I'm gonna say that everytime I make a putt.

Glad you got it ironed out. Sounded like it was a crisis!

Glad I don't wear contacts...