Last Thursday morning, I noticed that my right eye was a little on the red side, and my contact lens wasn't sitting quite comfortably. I didn't think much of it - it was just a little red patch off to the side. Besides, my allergies have been acting up lately and that always wreaks havoc with my contacts. I did complain a little to Nick, who suggested that maybe after the holidays, we should pool some money and buy me a pair of glasses so I'd have a backup when my eyes were a little too sensitive for contact lenses.
(This is called foreshadowing)
By Thursday night, my eye was a little redder and felt considerably more irritated. But I was having one of those nights where I just felt off... sort of irritable, sort of weepy for no reason... just kind of randomly overemotional. (Nick loves these nights.) (Almost as much as he loves to cuddle.)
By Friday midmorning, every single person who walked by my desk asked me what the fuck was wrong with my eye. This heightened my level of concern somewhat. After lunch I glanced in a mirror and all but passed out. My ENTIRE eye was FIRE ENGINE RED. At that point, I also allowed myself to acknowledge that, okay, maybe the pain was less "mildly irritated" and more "screaming agony". This is also about the time that I called my eye doctor and begged to be seen ASAP.
Pretty much the second my butt hit the exam chair, my doctor was ordering my lenses out. Apparently I have some sort of muscle strain (probably from wearing my damn contacts 18 hours a day). The doctor gave me prescription drops to put in a hundred times a day. Then he instructed me not to wear my contacts until Thanksgiving.
Which... presented a problem, since I can barely WALK AROUND MY CONDO without my contacts in. I'm not kidding. I put my contacts in before I even shower. No contacts and no glasses? Not an option, unless I want to sleep from now until Thanksgiving, waking up just to put the damn drops in (sort of tempting).
30 minutes and $200 later, (exam bill to follow once my health insurance decides if it will deign to cover any of the appointment) I left the doctor's office with a pair of glasses that they kindly gave me a deep discount on (although not without a few pointed remarks about my Coach bag).
Nick's first comment? "Now you REALLY look like a writer!"