Oh The Pain
One of the first things my doctor told me, when I got my contact lenses, was to not sleep in them. (I didn’t opt for the “day and night” ones.) He also said not to shower in them, and now I know why- but that’s a whole other act of stupidity.
Saturday night, after work, I met up with my bff for a beer. Turns out several of our other friends had the same idea, so one beer turned into two, three, four… You get the idea.
Once safely home, I fell into bed and was asleep before I could even have a thought. Unfortunately, my contacts were still in. Eight hours later, I woke up to a white haze covering my field of vision and little plastic discs firmly attached to my eyeballs. I could have sworn they were actually glued in. It took half a bottle of eye drops and a lot of poking myself in the eyes to get them out. Very unpleasant, to say the least, and the white haze lingered for a couple of hours.
I had to be at work by 5 and wasn’t sure how I was going to handle wearing my contacts again. Without them, I can’t see 2 feet past my face, so not wearing them was not an option. I had to drive to work, after all. And being that yesterday was Sunday- there was some definite partying to be done. I worked, I partied, I came home and took OUT my contacts.
Today my right eye has decided to rebel against my head. Any light brighter than my laptop monitor sends a shooting pain through my eye and into my brain. It has also been watering non-stop since I stupidly opened it this morning. I am a sexy beast today… Let me tell ya.
I’d like to think that this is a lesson learned, but I’m sure it isn’t, as I’ve done this before. Several times. Thankfully, all will be better tomorrow. Until then, however, I am stuck in the house and won’t be able to attend a friend’s BBQ tonight. (Insert sad, pouty, one-eyed face here.) Oh well… things could always be worse, right? Right. I think now I’ll look into the day and night contacts.
Peace and listen to your doctor.
