So, my first day on the meat--I mean marriage (ahem) market didn't start so auspiciously.
I fell asleep wearing my contact lenses last night--something I haven't done in the ten years that I've been wearing contact lenses.
This morning, I woke up to an ocular DISASTER. It was awful. My eyes, which are pretty sensitive to begin with, were red, watery, and super sensitive to the light. Plus, I had a runny nose (lachrymal fluid draining into the nasal cavity). I stumbled into work wearing shades, which I kept on in the office, appearing odd and mysterious when all I was, in fact, was MELTING. Behind the shades, big, fat tears rolled down my cheeks. My vision was severly compromised, I could barely keep my eyes open, or my nose dry. Needless to say, I was forced to make today a sick (half)day. At the time, I was pretty certain that my allergies were raping and pillaging my immune system (an aside: In addition to all this drama, I haven't showered since yesterday! My allergist is running skin patch tests on me to determine if I have any chemical allergies and the patches aren't coming off until tomorrow. Ew, gross, right? (I also haven't taken my allergy medication since Thursday, which is why I suspected my immune system was vulnerable to abuse)) but my optometrist told me that the contact lenses had destroyed (okay, I said "destroyed"; he wasn't quite as dramatic as I am) me. He prescribed two different eye drops for the inflammation and reassured me that I wasn't "destroyed" and that I would regain optimum vision in no time. I've regained a lot of my vision in the past hour alone, as a matter of fact. And, to all of you Acuvue2 wearers out there, it's supposedly a dinosaur among the birds of the contact lens world, so WATCH OUT.
Let's hope tomorrow's a better day.