Before I go into how fun it was, I need to tell you what happened the day of. It's pretty funny and something that would only happen to me.
I wear both contacts and glasses. What I really want is Lasik, but you don't always get what you want.
I go through phases where I like wearing glasses and phases where I prefer contacts.
I've been in a glasses mood lately. I have this weird personality quirk where I don't like being photographed in glasses, though. I knew I wanted a photo of us at the rehearsal dinner, so I thought I'd put my contacts in.
The contacts I used on Friday night were brand new, straight out of the package, as was the contact solution I used. I washed my hands 5,000 times and got the contacts in on the second try.
I noticed they stung a little afterward, but it wasn't super painful and it wasn't noticeable. Me putting in contacts is sometimes a traumatic hour-long experience, so I was happy it was quick this time around.
Friday night came and went, then I made a huge mistake and slept in my contacts. Yeah, I probably shouldn't have done that, but I haven't worn contacts in months and I didn't think anything of it.
Then 7 a.m. Saturday rolls around, and it's time to wake up. I swiped my phone to turn the alarm off, and I noticed that hey, looking at a bright phone kind of hurts. Actually, it really hurts.
Hm. What's going on?
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was horrified. My right eye was bloodshot and oozing...stuff. The contact in it felt like a knife. My other eye was a little red, too.
I looked like I had pink eye.
I knew I was going to be photographed, so I sat down to think of an eyeball plan. It took me about 20 minutes to realize what was happening. I did not have pink eye, I didn't put my fingers in my eyes without washing them several times first, I didn't use old contacts. In fact, I was pretty sure I did everything correctly.
I spent a lot of time outside this week. I figured it out then - my allergies were angry and were attempting to murder my eyes.
Stupid allergies!
I didn't have time to freak out about this, so I didn't. It's wedding day, and I had to come up with a plan.
I had several different options:
1. I could just leave the contacts in, be in pain and misery all day, and walk around with something that looked like an infectious disease;
2. I could wear glasses;
3. I could take the contacts out, take some allergy medicine, see how I felt in after a while, then try to put the contacts back in.
I decided on option 3. This was tricky, because there was a huge chance that it wouldn't work. I think it's also important to note that I've never, ever had a problem like this before.
Everyone who knows me well knows how much I love it when unexpected things happen to me. In the words of my dog - Snort.
There was a list of things I was worried about this weekend, and my eyes were nowhere near the top of the list. In fact, they weren't even on the list.
Oh, life.
I took some medicine right after 7 a.m. Saturday. I noticed a difference a within a few minutes, so I took some more allergy medicine.
By 8:30 a.m., I sat down nervously in front of my mirror. I accepted the fact that I might have to wear glasses. First world problem, I thought. Who cares?
When I looked in the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised. The redness wasn't completely gone, but it no longer looked like someone punched me in the eyeballs.
I gave it 15 more minutes, and then put my contacts in. I got them both in on the first try, and neither eye really stung that much.
My plan actually worked! I wore the contacts all day, was not in any pain, and looked kind of normal and not like I lost a bet.
Words of advice for anyone with allergies: Don't skip your allergy shot.
Oh well. Some life lessons need to be learned first hand.
(I did not take a photo of my red eyes. Instead, here are my awesome nails. Glitter!)
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