For the past few days the eye sight in my right eye has slowly been getting worse. Things were a lot more blurry than they should’ve been. I wear contact lenses a lot of the time and the over the weekend I just thought the lens was a bit dirty for some reason. I tried a new lens on Monday but it was still the same.
“I’m going blind” thinks I.
“But before I’m sure of my impending darkness, I’ll give them a proper clean later, then I’ll phone the opticians in the morning if it’s still the same.”
I’ve just popped my lenses out and what else should come out of my right eye? Another lens. No wonder I couldn’t see – I was getting two for the price of one. Where the fuck has that been living? More importantly how long has it been in there?!
I wonder if I can turn into that guy who squirts milk from his eyes.
At least I didn’t think there was a lens in there which I couldn’t get out. I did this at Glastonbury a few years ago. In the dark, at about 3am, I proceeded to try and pick and grasp the lens out for a good 15 minutes – when I was in absolutely no fit state to – I obviously failed miserably. I then realised/remembered I’d taken them out earlier on. Oops. I had just been picking my eye ball for 15 minutes solid. ewwww!
No wonder I’m going blind.
Tomorrow = proper vision again. Whoo Hooo!