So, last night I did something really stupid with my eye. Grr. I rarely wear my contacts and decided to cause Jeremy and I were going to the Melting Pot. Well, I noiced that my contact was dry in my case and I filled it up with the solution next to it, not realizing it was the Enzyme cleaner that hardcore cleans your contacts. I put my contact in my eye and it stung soooo bad. I was stomping my foot and everything until I felt ok with popping it back out.
So the rest of the night it burned, but since we were in a low light setting, it wasn’t super aggravated. This morning, on the other hand was a totally different story. I woke up to it really hurting (actually, I woke up in the middle of the night with heartburn and a stingy eye). I had to go meet with my boss concerning something with our camera here in Lex, so the drive over was pretty bothersome with the sun streaming in my face. I decided after the meeting that I would go to my doctor and get it checked out, but meanwhile, I was so hungry and quesy. I guess all my bad feelings started combining into a ball and making me feel even worse. Let me just say, eating a sausage biscuit just to get something in my stomach wasn’t the best thing to eat.
The doctor said what I did was pretty common, but that it had slightly damaged (temporarily) my cornea. So, I’ve got to take it easy, wear some ugly shade inserts, and put drops in religiously. She also gave me a prescription I have to go get filled tonight.
Needless to say, it has put a damper on my fair plans. Oh well. Molly’s going to come here now and understood what was going on. I just hate that such a little stupid decision messes with my whole weekend. Where’s the edit undo key in you need it in life?
Sorry if I made anyone a little unnerved with my photo above. I just though it would ilustrate my point better.
Until next week (Monday) Swellions!
Ouch! I cut up jalapeno peppers once before putting in my contacts.
Never made that mistake again. Even though I washed my hands, the oil remained on my skin and made me stomp. I couldn’t immediately make myself open my eye to take my contact out.