How often do you find yourself in a situation where a hair eyepatch is the best solution?
I'm at work and my eye started to really hurt and when I investigated I found my contact lens is ripped. Just a little! It was irritating my eye, but I could still see. I tried really hard not to rub my eye anymore but a few hours later it totally ripped in half and then I was in trouble b/c I don't have any backups.
(Which is a story in itself. I asked my mom to get me my glasses prescription so I could buy some back-up eyeglasses [my last eye doctor was in Tennessee, where my mom lives, and I'm in Nevada] but she's too busy or something to get on it. And I don't carry my glasses or back-up contacts with me because they're expensive and also I don't want to leave them in the car accidentally. The heat will ruin them.)
So I'm fucked, as I explained to my supervisor. My vision without correction is like 20/600 or something. Also my contacts make me slightly farsighted I think, so I was farsighted in one eye, nearsighted in the other, and when things got within an arms-length of me, my eyes refused to focus at all. I suddenly knew how my friend Megatron feels, because that's her vision all the time and she doesn't like it when people get close to her. I also couldn't read.
Here's the thing: I love the way my brain works, but sometimes being given to flights of fancy is problem. Because I tend to overlook practical solutions. The only solution to my problem that came to mind was for me to put on an eyepatch. I called my BF to see if he could bring me my glasses or pick me up or something but he didn't answer and I assumed he was asleep given that it was 3:30 a.m.
I decided the best course of action was to just drive home. I didn't want to leave early because I don't think I'll get paid for that shift at all, but besides the fact that I wouldn't be able to focus on what my hands were doing, I would develop a major fucking eyestrain headache in a few hours. I combed my hair in front of my nearsighted eye. Laugh all you want, it worked. It's really weird driving with no depth perception though. Is that even legal? I have no idea. It helped that the roads were almost totally empty.
When I got home, I saw the light under my BF's bedroom door. I tapped on the door but I got no answer. I knocked, but nothing happened. I took my contact out, put on my glasses, opened his bedroom door. He was playing a video game on his computer, some kind of shoot-em-up game. I watched him for a few minutes - the back of his bald head, his helix piercing - and had a weird out-of-body moment where I wasn't even sure it was him. Even though it was obviously him.
I said, "Andrew." Boy, did he jump.
(Which is a story in itself. I asked my mom to get me my glasses prescription so I could buy some back-up eyeglasses [my last eye doctor was in Tennessee, where my mom lives, and I'm in Nevada] but she's too busy or something to get on it. And I don't carry my glasses or back-up contacts with me because they're expensive and also I don't want to leave them in the car accidentally. The heat will ruin them.)
So I'm fucked, as I explained to my supervisor. My vision without correction is like 20/600 or something. Also my contacts make me slightly farsighted I think, so I was farsighted in one eye, nearsighted in the other, and when things got within an arms-length of me, my eyes refused to focus at all. I suddenly knew how my friend Megatron feels, because that's her vision all the time and she doesn't like it when people get close to her. I also couldn't read.
Here's the thing: I love the way my brain works, but sometimes being given to flights of fancy is problem. Because I tend to overlook practical solutions. The only solution to my problem that came to mind was for me to put on an eyepatch. I called my BF to see if he could bring me my glasses or pick me up or something but he didn't answer and I assumed he was asleep given that it was 3:30 a.m.
I decided the best course of action was to just drive home. I didn't want to leave early because I don't think I'll get paid for that shift at all, but besides the fact that I wouldn't be able to focus on what my hands were doing, I would develop a major fucking eyestrain headache in a few hours. I combed my hair in front of my nearsighted eye. Laugh all you want, it worked. It's really weird driving with no depth perception though. Is that even legal? I have no idea. It helped that the roads were almost totally empty.
When I got home, I saw the light under my BF's bedroom door. I tapped on the door but I got no answer. I knocked, but nothing happened. I took my contact out, put on my glasses, opened his bedroom door. He was playing a video game on his computer, some kind of shoot-em-up game. I watched him for a few minutes - the back of his bald head, his helix piercing - and had a weird out-of-body moment where I wasn't even sure it was him. Even though it was obviously him.
I said, "Andrew." Boy, did he jump.