Box of Whine

I found two very painful experiences to both begin and end my day.

First, as I was getting ready yesterday morning, I was putting in my contact.  As soon as I put in my right contact in and it latched onto my eye, it seared with pain.  My eye hurt so bad that it clamped shut, I couldn’t willfully open it under its own power.  Apparently, I have the tendency to stomp my foot when in ocular pain because I heard Jess ask from th eother room, “Is there something wrong with your contact?”  It was either that, or I had accidentally stomped Morse Code.  As I’m digging my eye, thinking that it was a misplaced contact, I pull out a three inch hair.  I guess when I put on my contact the hair was trapped. 

 Round two.

When I was getting ready for bed, I was taking out my contacts and as soon as I touched my eye, it burned (not to be confused with the searing pain from before).  Since I’ve been wearing contacts, I’ve be very careful to wash my hands diligently and frequently, especially after cooking with garlic or chili peppers.  As I found out, it takes more than two or three hand washing sessions to get orange off of your hands.  The orange residue left over from my snack was feeling as though a million little pins were sticking inside my ocular cavity…. and that was only the first eye.  I washed my hands a couple of times (with soap) and still, as my index finger tohed my other eye, I was dancing around in a blind pain in the bathroom.  I’m sure I was quite a sight to behold.

I’m just glad I don’t have a gastronomy tube I have to take care of.