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Aug. 14th, 2007 12:55 amFor the last couple of weeks I've been concerned that the sight in my right eye was getting worse, on account of it being suddenly blurred and hard to focus. I was all set for a trip to the actual-type opticians. The last time my sight had gotten so much worse, so quickly, was many years ago when I put my contact lenses in the wrong eyes by mistake.
Then it ocurred to me that a couple of weekends ago I was larping, and whenever removing one's contact lenses in a tent while drunk there is always the teensiest possibility that one may get them mixed up[1]. It further occurred that upon awakening that weekend there was some initial confusion regarding contact lens storage, to wit, the lids were on a different way around from the case.[2]
Certain ideas began to form.
I have just switched eyes and, lo and behold!, the sight is fine again.
I document this purely to amuse the reader with my foolishness. See, I suffer to make you feel better! Like Jesus.
[1] Not so frequently as you may think; my lens removal routine is so practiced as to be reflexive, even on the drunkest of nights (you know the night I mean). In the dark I simply hold my eye directly over the case. Yes, a light is usually to hand if things go awry.
[2] This, on the other hand, is quite common. In the dark I tend to orient the case by touch and disregard the markings on the lid. On this occasion, however, it was a new case which is less easy to orient by touch, so uncertainty reigned.
Then it ocurred to me that a couple of weekends ago I was larping, and whenever removing one's contact lenses in a tent while drunk there is always the teensiest possibility that one may get them mixed up[1]. It further occurred that upon awakening that weekend there was some initial confusion regarding contact lens storage, to wit, the lids were on a different way around from the case.[2]
Certain ideas began to form.
I have just switched eyes and, lo and behold!, the sight is fine again.
I document this purely to amuse the reader with my foolishness. See, I suffer to make you feel better! Like Jesus.
[1] Not so frequently as you may think; my lens removal routine is so practiced as to be reflexive, even on the drunkest of nights (you know the night I mean). In the dark I simply hold my eye directly over the case. Yes, a light is usually to hand if things go awry.
[2] This, on the other hand, is quite common. In the dark I tend to orient the case by touch and disregard the markings on the lid. On this occasion, however, it was a new case which is less easy to orient by touch, so uncertainty reigned.
