Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Last night, on my way home from work, I dozed off on the train. I was wearing my contact lenses so I wasn't too happy about that. I always feel that they will roll round the back of my eye. So, when I got home, I was desperate to get them out and more or less took them out as soon as I could get my hands washed. I thought my eyes were a bit dry though as the lenses didn't want to leave my eyes very readily.
Normally, when I take my lenses out there is a slight moment of blurriness when I can't see, then my eyes stabilise and I'm OK. Last night, however, my vision stayed blurred all evening.
I was able to see well enough to drive but while I was at David's I noticed that I couldn't read clearly and the television was blurred. I had to lie down and close my eyes. I even fell asleep which I though meant that my peculiar vision was due to me being tired. However, my vision was still blurred when I woke up.
It was still like that this morning and so I became very concerned and booked up for the optician, again. I was only there a week ago.
I had an eye test. A very thorough eye test. My eyes had deteriorated severely since last week. There were blocks of letters where I couldn't even see that there were letters and others where I would normally be able to see the bottom row, where I couldn't read the top row.
The optician began to talk about sending me to the eye hospital and I began to be afraid for my sight.
Then she put some dye in my eyes and checked the surface for problems.
"You have a contact lens in your right eye," she said, laughing her head off.
I was both relieved and embarrassed. Very embarrassed. My eyesight was fine but I looked like a complete idiot.
She did check for any problems that may have arisen because I'd had a lens in for 31 hours but everything seemed OK. And she didn't charge me.
I'm warming to SpecSavers, I think.
Well, the important thing is... it wasn't anything more serious. But I know... hurt pride can be so damn painful!
It reminds me of a particularly horrid story from my nursing days about an ancient feminine stationery product, but I think I was spare you.
I did apologise profusely for wasting the poor girl's time.
Hi Nigel: "ancient feminine stationery product" probably tells me more than enough!