Tuesday, February 22, 2005

missing lens.

Argggghhhh.

I was fast asleep at 11pm but I woke up at 2+. Don't know why.

And right now, I want to kill myself for being wide awake. I even had TWO pkts of cup noodles, and half a loaf of chocolate brioche to make myself grotesquely full so I can go to bed, but noooooooo.. I'm more awake than ever.

So.

Just wanted to tell everyone how dangerous it is to fall asleep with your contact lenses on. Yesterday, I was soaking in my bathtub reading an old issue of Heat, and I fell asleep with my lenses on. Woke up an hour later (the water turned cold), found my mag drenched beyond recognition, and I rubbed my left eye.

*blink* Blurred vision. Huhhhh?

My lens disappeared.

I thought I dropped it into the bathwater, but I could distinctly feel something at the top left corner of my upper eyelid. I quickly ran to the mirror, looked at my reflection and tried to look for the lens.

But it was nowhere to be found. I freaked out right there and then.

Okay, I may have been wearing contact lenses since I was 16, but I'm still squeamish about it. I'm a wuss: I still don't dare to touch my bare eyeballs with my fingers.

So there I was, stark naked at 230 in the morning, jumping up and down in my toilet, trying to take the freaking lens out. I tried to flip my upper eyelid, but I didn't dare to. The thought of it was just.. gross. Trying to pinch it didn't help, it made my eyelid extremely sore. I even tried crying, but for all my Academy-Award winning skills for acting (lying's my forte), my eyes were painfully dry. I didn't have eyedrops either.

I then spent 5 min rolling my eyes in every direction, at varying speeds, before my lens deigned to make an appearance. Sheesh. I was half-resigned to the possibility of an eye operation. All that worrying for nothing.

Okay, end of missing lens saga. Moral of the story is: never sleep with your contact lenses on.

And uh.. never rub your eyes when wearing contact lenses.

p.s. I just wanted to say it snowed in London today. There, I've made the obligatory "It's snowing in London!!!" post. Bah. The slush brings back bad memories of OBS. Think rain and brown swamp. Ugh.

p.p.s. Yes, I'm grumpy from the lack of sleep. w984v57w3nptlesrkp9w83youiktvgih

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