…how about HALF a contact lens stuck behind your eyeball??
Saturday morning, I was inserting a trial pair of new contacts (daily disposables, so I can stop buying all that expensive cleaning equipment, at last) when my finger slipped, and the lens vanished underneath my left eyelid. I spent several hours poking and prodding and peering in the mirror, and couldn’t find the damn thing. At first I was a little freaked out, thinking the lens had slipped behind the eyeball and got stuck in all the muscles and optic nerves back there :eek: :eek: – but after a visit to some medical forums (not the SDMB, since medical advice is verboten here) I learned that (1) it’s impossible for a lens to get stuck that far back, (2) it’ll probably work itself out on its own, and (3) even if it doesn’t, it’s not a major threat. Some patients related stories of having lenses stuck in their eye for weeks or even years…gee, thanks a lot guys! Something to look forward to! :rolleyes:
Anyway, I had an opthamologist appointment already set up for today, so instead of visiting Urgent Care I just kicked back and tried to avoid any kind of entertainment that involved using my eyes…kinda tricky, when I spend most of my free time writing, watching DVDs, and playing computer games! Irrigating the eye with saline & soaking my face with a warm damp rag helped a lot, and in fact I started thinking that the lens wasn’t in there at all anymore. But each morning when I woke up it freakin’ HURT like a bitch, so something was definitely not right in there.
So this afternoon I saw the eye doctor, a kindly Filipino woman who at first bitched me out for not wearing the trial pair like I was supposed to…but after explaining what happened, she decided to take a look. She spent five minutes looking in my eye and couldn’t find a damn thing, except a few broken blood vessels which I’d apparently popped while searching around on my own. Then, she finally ran across the lens. Or, more accurately, what was left of it. More irrigation and poking around, and the piece fell out.
The lens had been torn right in half, with nice sharp jagged edges that would be perfect to torture terrorists with. We didn’t find the other half, but she surmised that I must have torn the lens somehow, and the rest of it vanished down the sink. I did feel an immediate relief once that razor-sharp plastic thingy left my freakin’ eyeball…so hopefully, after a few days, the corneal scratches & other damage will heal up, and I can start wearing contacts again.