Contact Lens Fun

Having worn contact lenses in both my eyes since the age of 13, I am used to that extremely annoying moment whilst rubbing one eye when the lens falls out.

Sometimes it will fall directly onto your hand you are using to rub your eye. Sometimes it will fall onto your jacket. Sometimes it will even fall onto the floor.

These new lenses I have been using for the past 5 months are monthly lenses, so one pair (that's two lenses) have to last a whole month. If one is lost, that kind of messes up that month with the involvement of a brand new lens mid-month - meaning I had to find the lost lens.

Luckily I was in my bedroom in front of the mirror, and I had seen the lens fall straight out my eye in a downward motion (thank you gravity). I then spent the next 20 minutes searching the floor with my face a few inches from the carpet, with one eye closed looking for one small piece of circular clear plastic. It was not on the floor, as far as I could tell.

I searched my t-shirt, my shoulders, "has it fallen onto my socks?" I asked myself. It was nowhere to be seen (please excuse bad pun). Retracing my steps back to the very moment it had made a break for freedom from my eye, I looked at the mirror itself.

Running my hands over the mirror downwards to the bottom proved fruitless, but it was at that exact moment I noticed something very circular and very clear protruding from the mirror frame at the very bottom.

Hello contact lens.

I had found my missing optical aid hanging on for dear life. With a quick soak in the cleaning solution, it was back in its rightful place sitting on top of my cornea :)

I think I did quite well considering I performed the whole search and rescue mission with only one eye open, obviously the one with a lens in!