When not to panic…
The new contact in my left eye has been driving me crazy all day. When I got home and sat down to do some graphic design as a hobby (as opposed to as a job) - I started rubbing my eye as a natural reaction to something being in it.
Moments later - my eye is watering uncontrollably and, in as a reaction to that, my nose is running uncontrollably. So, I’ve got one hand with a wad of toilet paper catching the tears from my eye, the other hand with another wad of TP on my nose (one day, I’ll be one of those little old ladies pulling rolls of TP out of my bra straps for my grandkids to blow their noses in church). In this position - it’s nearly impossible to get a contact out of your eye. Especially once you discover that it’s pushed around to the side of your eye.
At this point, panic sets in. My eye really hurts and I’m not even 7 hours into day 2 with these puppies and “dear God, I’ve already lost one in my eye hole!”
I should also mention that this whole touching my eye thing is really grossing me out. I did finally get the stupid thing out, washed it, put it back and I can see clearly now - but sweet Beetlejuice, these things need a handbook.
This little gem doesn’t expire until Aug. ‘10. That means I’m going to be pulling these creepy Santa cans out of the office machine for another 7 months.
Real product names: from “Pee Cola”, to “Megapussi” and australian “Golden Gaytime” ice-cream, what were they thinking?
