No really, how many times since I started writing in this blog have I suddenly been stricken with searing eye pain due to prolonged and/or idiotic use of contact lenses?
Let’s see… I’ve been writing for almost three years (cool!) and I seem to be afflicted with this type of pain, discomfort, and embarrassing eyeball redness about, oh, say, once every four to six months! (Boo!)
It’s like having a sore throat. When you have it, you can’t think about anything else. there is never a moment when your brain is not saying oh man does my throat hurt!
And then later:
Yep! Still hurts!
It’s annoyingly monomaniacal, and you start to long for those innocent days of, say, last week, when you were unconcerned by thoughts of the subtle differences between the sensations of sandpaper, cardboard, or gravel lodged in your throat. Back then, you were saucy and carefree and could move about the world without wondering how many more cough drops you had in your purse and how much honey was left for your tea.
It’s all-consuming. But at least you can buy those things at the store! Cough drops, honey, lemon tea are all readily available for short green at many convenient locations across town!
In contrast, when I fail to clean my contacts rigorously or regularly enough — OK, at all — I have to pay serious money as a grievously uninsured person (did you know there is a football player with the first name of Grievous? how great is that?) to make an appointment with my supercilious optometrist and listen to him lecture me about the importance of taking proper care of my contacts and eyeballs blah blah blah before he finally coughs up the eye drops that will make it all better.
And these eye drops — they do! They make it all better, like, in five minutes! It’s a modern miracle, and I am deeply grateful for it! I just wish they sold the damn drops at Brooks so I could forgo the lecture.
As I age and mature, certain things become clear to me. Certain undeniable truths about me that I have accepted and ceased to deny.
I will never be good at math.
I will never enjoy doing the dishes.
I will never take proper care of my contact lenses.
Someday, I am sure, I will just break down and get The Surgery. They will point laser beams at my eyeballs and I will pay them to do it.
Until that happy day, just hand over the damn eye drops.