How to not start your weekend: sleep with your contacts in.
Thankfully I didn’t have work on Friday, so I had all day to take care of the mess. I fell asleep, couldn’t get my right contact out, went back to bed, still couldn’t get it out, couldn’t get a hold of my optometrist, freaked out, contacted my friends for their optometrists, and thankfully got an appointment.
Then I asked my mom how she thought they would get it out. Her response: tweezers. This made me freak out and I almost had to xanax myself.
Since I did not know where the office was located, I brought directions with me. I got off of the elevator and looked for the office, but couldn’t find it and almost freaked out again because I thought I was in the wrong building, so I walked into some office and asked where I was. Turns out the elevator stopped on the 9th floor for some reason and I didn’t know because I could not see and was walking around blindly.
When I got to the office, there was a nun. I was sitting next to the magazine table and she walked over to me. I thought she was going to give me a pamphlet, but she was just returning a magazine and said “Hi” to me.
When I finally saw the optometrist, I found out that there was nothing in my eye. Apparently, when you sleep with contacts in your eye they fall out or break into pieces. By this point, my eyes were extremely irritated, so I got steroid eye drops. How eventful. When I was waiting for my ride home, I saw the nun loop around the parking lot three times for some reason.
Never sleep with your contacts in. Duh. PROBLEMS. I was honestly worried that I was going to have to wear an eye patch or go blind.
