How I lost - and found - my contact lens
Crossposted from Facebook
A few minutes ago, I thought for sure I lost my contact lens.
I was writing at my computer when I felt my right contact lens slipping off. I went to the bathroom to adjust it... And I could have sworn I saw it fall out of my eye and onto the floor.
Naturally, I went to look it. But it was nowhere in sight. I scoured the entire bathroom floor. And the bathtub. And the sink. Even the toilet. Nothing.
Despairing, I figured it was lost forever. I made plans to go to my local-ish Wal-Mart Vision Center (it's cheaper than, well, any other alternative). Through clenched teeth, I transferred some money from my reserve account. I found one of the spares - one of the weaker lenses with protein build-up, an inferior alternative but, with my vision, I had to wear something. I mentally prepared myself to wear the bloody thing for weeks as I waited for the replacement to arrive.
I went onto Facebook, ready to complain about the crappiness of it all. But, for some reason, I turned around... And saw the contact lens lying next to my chair.
And now, after thoroughly washing it and putting my spares away, I'm writing this post.
It's things like this that make you believe in a God that answers prayers.
Or a capricious Бараба́шка
A few minutes ago, I thought for sure I lost my contact lens.
I was writing at my computer when I felt my right contact lens slipping off. I went to the bathroom to adjust it... And I could have sworn I saw it fall out of my eye and onto the floor.
Naturally, I went to look it. But it was nowhere in sight. I scoured the entire bathroom floor. And the bathtub. And the sink. Even the toilet. Nothing.
Despairing, I figured it was lost forever. I made plans to go to my local-ish Wal-Mart Vision Center (it's cheaper than, well, any other alternative). Through clenched teeth, I transferred some money from my reserve account. I found one of the spares - one of the weaker lenses with protein build-up, an inferior alternative but, with my vision, I had to wear something. I mentally prepared myself to wear the bloody thing for weeks as I waited for the replacement to arrive.
I went onto Facebook, ready to complain about the crappiness of it all. But, for some reason, I turned around... And saw the contact lens lying next to my chair.
And now, after thoroughly washing it and putting my spares away, I'm writing this post.
It's things like this that make you believe in a God that answers prayers.
Or a capricious Бараба́шка