Evil Eye

Yesterday was a humdinger for me. It was only 6:30 a.m. and I was in my morning routine, brush the teeth, shower, put in contacts.... AAAWWW, pain take out contact. The problem came when only half the contact came out. I then spent the next 30 minutes digging in my eye trying to find that other half.

While I could feel [painfully feel] that other half, I could not find it. So I had to call mom and ask for a ride to the eye doctors when they opened at 8 a.m.

You gotta know my doctor, dead-pan older man to know that I really did not want to go to him and tell him that I lost my contact inside my eye! But the pain drove me on. He takes me back to exam room and I put my chin on the eyeball examining machine. He looks and looks and looks - doesn't say anything just looks. I am starting to panic now, since he's put eye numbing drops in my eye and I no longer can feel the sucker to tell him where it is. He then pushes the machine away, tells me to close my eye and act like I am looking down. He rubs my eye in a downward motion all along the surface. Then I open my eye and put my chin back in that thingy and voila! he finds the other half. Shows it to me and says "no charge" and sends me out.

Today, I wore my glasses. Enough for now.