Today was the first day of my contact lense trial. Now I know there are millions of people who use contact lenses just fine and do not feel the need to whine about it on their blogs but as you will have worked out by now that kind of thinking has never stopped me before.
The thing is there is some disagreement between the part of my brain which thinks contact lenses, or rather the lack of glasses, is a rather good idea, and the part of my brain that controls my eyelids. More specifically, the impulse to blink when a foreign object is placed within a yard of my eyeball.
Is this just me? Everyone has this “oh crap something is near my eye, blink for the love of God BLINK!” impulse right? Why is it then I can’t turn it off while everyone else, especially my ever-so-patient contact lense training dude, thinks its perfectly natural to be able to put your finger right in your eye without your natural reflex flinging the contact lense way across the room?
And that is just getting it in!
A few years ago, back when I still did sports (ok, a long time ago), I tried disposable contact lenses so I could do martial arts. The thinking back then was I couldn’t well wear my glasses, they would get punched off my face within the first 2 minutes (as it turned out the lenses didn’t fare that much better but at least they were disposable). I tried to wear them more but it just didn’t work out. My morning schedule wasn’t conducive to spending an hour swearing at myself in the mirror and I often got funny looks when people noticed my blood-shot eyes.
I never ever struggled with taking those lenses out. Probably because they had tendency to handle that aspect all on their own (at inopportune moments, like driving for example). Also those bad boys were thick. We are talking shopping bag plastic. And they were very distinctly blue. Not a fake eye colour effect, in the light they had a blue tint. There was no way I could miss those.
These new ones on the other hand, put it this way I need to wear my glasses to see them to pick them up. Half the time I think I am about to pinch the lense to pull it out and instead I poke myself. What was an idea to give my eyes a rest is turning instead into an exercise in self harm.
I guess I just need practice. Just don’t be surprised if next time you see me I have bright red eyes and a squint.
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