Thanksgiving was a happy, happy day in this house. Not because of the turkey, which was fantastic. Not because I didn't have to go to work (extremely fantastic). Not even because of fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies.
No, Thanksgiving was a wonderful day because I finally got to wear my contacts again. The glasses went into their case Wednsday night when I went to bed, and Thursday morning I broke out a new pair of contacts.
I have to say... the glasses aren't nearly as bad as I imagined they would be. But I would FREAK if I ever couldn't wear my contacts anymore. There's just a world of difference and once you've worn contacts, glasses just don't cut it. Even little things, like glancing up or down or to the side without actually turning your head? I do that with my glasses and everything's a soft focus blur. Anything outside the scope of the actual lenses is a blurry mess. The second day I had the glasses, I stepped off a curb and almost face planted because I didn't even see the curb.
And they get DIRTY, and it DRIVES ME INSANE. Every little speck of lint or dust sends me rushing to clean the lenses, and I swear cleaning them just adds to the lint problem. I can't stand looking at things through smudgey, spotty lenses. HATE IT.
Which brings me to Thursday, and Friday, when I was happily glasses - free. I put a brand new pair of contacts in just to err on the side of caution, and things seemed fine.
Then came Saturday.
When I first put my contacts in, I noticed that my eyes were very slightly red... just a small patch of pink on each eye. I didn't think much of it (because clearly I have learned SO MUCH from this experience). Nick did notice the redness as we were getting ready to go run some Christmas errands, which concerned me a little, but again I just brushed it off. While we were out, my eyes started feeling really scratchy and uncomfortable, and Nick made approximately ten thousand comments about how red my eyes looked. At this point I started to get a little nervous. Nick really isn't one to overreact.
When we got home, I ran to the bathroom mirror and FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. BOTH of my eyes were flaming red all over. To a point that I IMMEDIATELY took both contact lenses out.
Which meant I was back to my damn glasses.
I'm strongly hoping that I can take care of this without going back to my eye doctor, because I'm pretty sure the second he sees me he will suspect the cause of this: sloppy medicating. I averaged aboput 50% on those damn eye drops, and it's pretty clear that it's come back to bite me.
How the strain managed to spread to BOTH eyes, I have no freaking idea.
Annnnnnd it's 5:04 and I just realized I have put ZERO drops in so far today. Wonderful. Time to go rectify that situation.