I had my first contact lens mishap this morning. The left hand side lens dropped when I was attempting to wear it. It happened over the sink in the bathroom.
I was not given any instructions on how to act under such circumstances. So, I had to try and remember what used to happen when a former workmate dropped one of her lenses in the office.
The first step was to freeze in position. This ensured that I did not step on the delicate membrane. Next, I did a visual inspection over the sink and on the floor where it might have fallen. That yielded nothing. I inspected my body closely in case it stuck somewhere on its downward journey. Nothing. Next, I went on all fours and scrutinized the floor inch by inch. Still nothing.
To cut the long story short, my two-hour search did not turn up the contact lens. It must have fallen down the bathroom sink drain. I definitely saw it drop from the tip of my finger. Otherwise, I would now be on my way for a skull x-ray to determine whether it was sucked into my head!
For a moment there, you know I wished I were a dog? While on all fours, I just needed to have enhanced sniffing skills to find the lens. And, what is the big white globe they put over the bathroom light anyway? It just makes it too dim for you to find anything!
Now, I am back to wearing my good old spectacles. At least until I replace the lens. I have managed to prove to myself that I can just as easily cause the lenses to disappear as I do my specs and cell phones. Now that I think about it, many other things too! Is there a pattern here? Hmmmmmh!
I told you that I have terrible mental pictures of a contact lens drying up and breaking into many glass-like pieces inside my eye. I also mentioned I imagine that the lens might disappear behind the eyeball and get sucked into the brain. It seems like now all my worries have been consolidated into one nightmare. Dropping the lenses!