I started Monday in a rush. I had a bath the evening before, so when I woke a bit late I brushed my teeth, got dressed and put in my contacts. Reading my morning emails, I notice I can’t quite focus. I figure it’s because I haven’t been up long. I struggle through and before I know it, my work day is done and I’m wearing glasses along WITH my contacts and still can’t see. I can see enough to make out letters on the screen — but it’s a definite struggle.
I take the contacts out. Still things are blurry.
Outside to take photos of Coco playing with her Hello Kitty sprinkler, I snap, snap, snap away. But I honestly have no clue if any of my photos are in focus. I just can’t see right.
As my day winds to a close I get this feeling that there’s some big ole gump (Yes, spellcheck. I’m aware that isn’t a word.) in my eye. I run my finger across my right eye and stuff moves, you guys. There’s a contact in there — but I KNOW I took it out earlier.
Get this — I used an old case that “looked” empty to store them in the night before. The solution hydrated an old contact so I wore TWO in my right eye throughout the entire day — and the one that was reinvigorated from a crusty invisible sheath was under the new one the whole time. No wonder I couldn’t see. I’m pretty happy it wasn’t a stroke or glaucoma or a bad case of some disease that renders its victims blind. It was only stupidity. Go figure.
