Today I came home from church sick. Nothing to worry about, I just felt really crappy. I managed to lay on the couch and read my RS lesson that I teach on 3rd Sundays, but I was not able to fall asleep. I figured rest was just as good though.
Later in the afternoon, I was feeling tired and decided to go lay down. I slept for a while and when I got up, I realized that I forgot to take out my contacts. (This is the 2nd time in about 10 days, I'm sure I will learn soon.) Anyway, I went into the bathroom to take them out and the first one came out really easily. I stood in front of the mirror to take the second one out and it didn't come out as easily. Right then the phone rang, so I went to answer it. I talked on the phone for about 5 minutes with my vision half blurred. I went back to the bathroom to take out my second contact but I couldn't get it out. I put in tons of eye drops and the little thing was plastered to my eyeball. I was getting a little bit nervous and I was praying that I could get that contact out, and practically swearing that I'd never wear them again if I got the dumb thing out of my eye. Then my phone rang again. It was Ken, I told him about my calamity, he laughed at me. Back to the bathroom I went, I looked in the mirror to get a good look at that contact. Here comes the embarrassing part...I was trying to get my contact out of the wrong eye. Apparantly my right eye has a ring around the iris that looks like a contact. When I tried to take a contact out of my left eye, it was amazing how easily it came out.
Questions I ask myself now, as my right eye is still bloodshot and sore 3 1/2 hours later...
Why didn't I notice I could see really well while trying to get my 'contact' out of my eye?
Why would I be taking out the contact out of my right eye last?
Was I once a blonde???