Double Vision

So about a week ago I had something happen that I thought was pretty hilarious and thought, "Man, this would be a funny story to share with people!" And then I promptly forgot about it. And then this past weekend I worked outside all day Saturday & Sunday planting flowers, repainting the shutters, etc. and I thought, "Wow, I wish that I would have thought to take some before & after pictures to put somewhere." And then I remembered, "Oh yeah! I HAVE A BLOG." So I signed in to my blog, which has been long forgotten for the past 2 months, only to find the DISGUSTING picture of my sweet little beagle destroying a squirrel. (Thank you Sam for that post!) So I decided it's definitely time for the squirrel post to move on down the page...

Obviously since I don't have any before & after pictures of the house to post (I'll work on documenting my life more consistently with the digital camera, I know pictures are way more exciting than words), I'll resort to Idea #1: Funny Story. So last Sunday I was getting ready for church and I had just put my contacts in. Normally it takes a few blinks for them to feel right, but that morning I had blinked about 239 times and the right one STILL didn't feel right. I took it out, washed it off, and put it back in again and it felt okay at the time. We got to church and were in the auditorium for a grand total of 5 minutes before it started bugging me so badly I just had to take it out and hold it. (Consequently it dried up, which really made me mad since it was a BRAND NEW contact!)

Skip forward to after lunch that day. I went to take my usual Sunday afternoon nap (for those of you who dont' know this about me, my Sunday afternoon nap is something I take VERY seriously) and go in and pop out the left contact before I lay down (remember, the right one had already been removed during church). When I get up (2 + hours later...haha) I go into the bathroom and put the old contact back in the left eye, and get another brand new one contact to put in the right eye. Wow, this story is getting long. Hang in there, I'm getting to the good part...

I get out to the car to go to the store and the stupid right eye starts acting up AGAIN. I march back into the house, telling Sam that my dumb contact STILL doesn't feel right, and I go in and take it back out. I'm looking in the mirror at my eye and I notice a line on my eyeball. At first I thought it was an eyelash, so I start pushing around a little more but can't seem to get anything. I call Sam in for assistance (I mean, he's going to be a dentist, but I figure he can help with a small optometry problem as well, right?!) and he squints into my eye for a few seconds before exclaiming, "You already have a contact in there!!" I double check to make sure and he's RIGHT--I DO have a contact in there already.

Don't ask me how this happened, because a week later I still can't tell you where this extra mystery contact came from. What I DO know is that for the entire day, the reason my right eye was giving me so much grief was because there were TWO contacts in there at the same time. Apparently the contact I took out during church was just 1 of the 2--the other one stayed in there until I layered it up again with ANOTHER contact after my nap. I THOUGHT it was a bit strange that I wasn't really having any major visual problems with only one contact in (or so I thought) but it turns out I had a contact in both eyes the whole time and didn't even know it!

Okay, so maybe this story was funnier to me than anyone else. If you read this post and feel like you just wasted a few minutes of your life, I'm sorry to tell you that you did. I must remind you though, people wanted me to start a blog despite the lack of blog-worthy events in my normal everyday life, so this is the type of story that you get. The moral of this story is this: If you wear contacts, make sure you only put ONE in EACH eye at a time. I hope your day is going well and your vision is clear as a bell today. I'd like to say I will post again soon but that isn't a promise I'm comfortable making. Just in case that doesn't happen, I'll see you in a few months...