An Eye Opener

Well, there I was yesterday afternoon, desperately racking my brains for something to write about, building ideas and what do you know? I end up getting exactly what I wished for, content. Let me go back to the morning though; trust me, none of this will make sense otherwise.

Much as I didn't want to, I had to get up before 8am yesterday. I had a delivery coming and the time slot was 8.30am - 5pm. So, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and jumped (more like climbed slowly) into the shower in a vague attempt at waking myself up. It seemed to work, well sort of. I then had a dither about what I would be doing that day and did I need to put my contact lens in. I decided the contact lens would be needed as I was going to be on the laptop working whilst waiting for the delivery man to arrive. And bonus! That little lens went in like a dream.

I settled down for the long wait with a cuppa and my laptop and set about brainstorming some ideas for future posts, whilst having a bit of a natter on Twitter; because it would be rude not to, and having a good old read of some really helpful posts from some super wise bloggers. It's always good to learn from others and I am always impressed by how happy well established and more experienced bloggers are to impart their knowledge upon those of us new to the game. Bloggers really are fabulous people.

Anyway, I learnt a lot from my reading yesterday, and I got a post written and scheduled. I was on a roll, but my poor eyes were tired and since I hadn't bothered with make-up, I treated them to a good old rub.

I thought nothing of it, until I tried to get my lens out and...nothing. Could I get it out? No, I could not. Could I even find the darned thing? No, I could not. Then I remembered the fateful eye rub. I'd dislodged it, obviously. So there I am in front of the mirror, head back, pulling my eyelid up as best I could trying to spot the flipping lens. Forty five minutes later, I still had no lens, but I did have a lovely sore red eye.

I've never lost a lens before, so I called the lovely Craig at NHS 111. I explained I was an idiot and that I was now, quite frankly, beginning to doubt I'd even put a lens in and apparently, it happens all the time. Who would have thought, other people lose contact lenses too. I was fully expecting him to say, leave it until the morning then call your optician and get it checked. I was not expecting him to say, you need to go to A&E within the next four hours.

I then had a mad panic, trying to get hold of the girls dad to look after them, and trying to get hold of someone to drive me to the hospital. Long story short, I managed to sort both out fairly quickly and was soon sat in A&E feeling like a proper numpty.

Thankfully it wasn't too busy and the two hour wait time was more like an hour and a half. An hour and a half for me to worry whether I had, or had not, put a lens in. Surely I had though, I remember it going in super easily.

I saw a lovely Doctor, she was very understanding, particularly when I explained that because of my other health issues I couldn't be 100% certain that I had put the lens in that morning. Seriously, depression is an absolute pig for messing with your memory. She spent ages pulling my eye lid up and rolling it to have a good thorough check. I had dye in my eye to check for scratches and the lens, and lights shone in to it. Guess what the verdict was? No lens!

It is official, I am a total numpty! I have also totally lost Sunday morning. I clearly remember getting out of bed, but the whole bathroom thing I remember is Saturday morning. I'll be honest, I find that more disturbing than anything else. Oh and this morning, my eye is still very red and feeling just a little bit bruised and sore. I think it's fair to say, I won't be using lenses for a good few days.