Friday, August 19, 2011
LOSING CONTACT WITH YOUR LENS
My youngest daughter, Olivia, recently began wearing contact lenses for the very first time. She did remarkably well when learning how to put them in and take them out at the eye doctor's office, and her first day as a contact lens wearer ended quite successfully... then came day two. I received a phone call from Liv explaining how, while attempting to put her lens in her right eye, she somehow lost it. Thus, she became acquainted with what is, undoubtedly, the bane of every contact wearer’s existence; the pesky issue of the lost lens.
I have worn contact lenses for 35 years now, and, as such, have acquired a virtual treasure trove of knowledge as to where a mischievous lens may have disappeared to. Over the years I have found missing lenses on my clothes, on the floor, on the bottle of solution, not to mention, occasionally in my eye. The latter is, perhaps, the most perplexing; because one would think that it was impossible to lose a lens in ones eye and fail to realize it. For those of you unfamiliar with contact lenses, I can assure you that it is not. Somehow a lens can make its way up into ones eyelid and sit there, unnoticed, while the user spends hours looking in a myriad of other places before realizing it is actually in ones eye. My favorite loss and recovery stories though, involved two of my friends’ lost lenses, and I share these remarkable tales whenever I run into someone despondent over the loss of their own lens.
The first involved my friend, Linda, who lost one while swimming in her above ground pool. It never fails to amaze me that, given the gallons and gallons of water in ones pool, not to mention the splashing of that water which, in a second, could propel it over the side, it is still possible to locate a clear contact lens, intact, to lose again another day.
The second happened when a group of friends from work gathered at a bar called “Roger’s Roost” to show off our lack of skills while playing pool, and to watch some hockey as we shared a few beers to make the pool playing less painful. This particular bar, for those of you who have never been there, provides baskets of peanuts for the customers to enjoy, and also to make them very thirsty, which will require them to buy large quantities of beer in order to quench that thirst. Since the owners of the establishment don’t want its customers to waste valuable time properly disposing of their peanut shells when it could be better spent buying more beer instead, they simply allow everyone to throw their empty shells on the ground, to be cleaned up later by an underpaid staffer, once the bar has closed. Somehow in the midst of all this beer drinking, bad pool playing and hockey watching, my friend Anna lost a contact lens. The bar, of course, was very dark, which poses an additional problem when looking for a lost lens. As our group gathered around her, scanning the floor for the proverbial “needle in a haystack”, a couple of gentlemen noticed our plight and gallantly offered some mini-flashlights that they happened to have with them, to help us in our efforts. We rummaged through the discarded shells on the floor, now illuminated by our mini-flashlights, when finally, defeated, we gave up the search. At that point, exhausted and thirsty from her efforts, Anna raised her mug to satiate that thirst and there, glistening on the side of it, was her contact lens! We considered it a victory for beer drinking, contact lens wearers everywhere.
In Olivia’s case, her lens could not be located, but the eye doctor graciously provided her with, not one, but three new lenses to address her problem. She now has a lens to replace the one that she originally lost, and two more to replace that first set when she loses those two, tomorrow!
Posted by amycita at 3:36 PM