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Yesterday I went to see about getting contacts. For years I’ve worn glasses. Until recently I never even gave getting contacts a second thought. After breaking my one pair of glasses while camping last week I thought maybe it would be nice to have the option.
The whole affair of going through the exam went simply enough. Millions of people wear contacts without any problems. Materials have come a long way since those hard contacts that used to get lost slipping to under the eye. However, I have to admit I had trepidations about putting something on my eyeball. In this modern world it may sound a bit silly, but there you are. The thought of touching my eyeball makes me twitch, a built in physical reaction, but one we are supposed to get over.
While the assistant was sticking the first contact in my eye I began to get a little hot. Before she was finished I was burning up as my body was deciding whether or not to pass out. I know what this feels like because I’ve done it before. Not because of contacts mind you. Usually it is needles or getting married, but that’s another story.
I was very surprised to be having this reaction. It was more than a bit embarrassing and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t overcome the problem. I know, big wuss. Turns out putting contacts in my eyes aren’t the problem. I’ve been practicing and while I’m not very skilled at getting them in I haven’t had any fainting episodes. Having another person sticking their finger in my eye seems to be the problem.
Minor difference. Long story short, it took getting contacts to learn I don’t like getting poked in the eye by a stranger.
