Ok, so it wasn't that extreme. However, I did almost pull the cornea out of my eye. Tuesday morning was just like any other morning: I woke up, studied, did my hair, put my contacts in, ate breakfast. It around 10 a.m. that I realized that one of my contact lenses wasn't working. I thought that maybe I had put it in backwards, but still, I should still be able to see ok. I'd put the lenses in backwards a few times before and nothing happened, so...But anyway, I decided to take out the lens that wasn't working and flip it around just to be sure that wasn't the problem. Only, the real problem was I couldn't get it out!
What was going on? My contact lenses had stuck in my eyes a few times before and it was difficult to take them out again, but not like this at all! I couldn't even get my finger-nail underneath the lens. So, I decided to wait a little bit and try to take it out again later. When I had tried 3 times, I decided I should probably call the doctor to help me get it out.
Now, I did not want to call the doctor. If he got it out right away, I'd feel, well, pretty dumb for not being able to do it myself. But I called the doctor anyway and asked if there was a trick to getting a stuck contact lens out. The lady I talked to gave me a tip. I hung up and tried what she said. I didn't get any farther. So, I called back and scheduled an appointment.
Mom told me that I should try one more time to take out the ornery lens 5 minutes before I had to leave. So at 10:55, I went downstairs (to my room), got in front of a mirror and tried again. This time I actually got a finger-nail under it! So, I grabbed it with 2 finger-nails (they were longer than I usually let them grow) and pulled gently. But I tell you, it felt like I was ripping my eye out! I couldn't understand it!
So, I went upstairs and asked Dad to watch and see if he could tell if I was grabbing the lens. He said it looked like I had it, so I told him "But it feels like I'm pulling my eye out." "Ok, lets go to the doctor," he said without any hesitation, and boy am I glad he did!
At the doctor's office I felt even dumber when he said that I was actually pulling on my cornea, that I didn't have a lens in my eye at all! That explains why that lens wasn't working. So, yes, I really did pull up part of my cornea! *Creepy*
The doctor told me what kind of ointment to get, then and we went home and told everyone that I had tried to pull my eye out. It sent chills up everyones' spines, especially when Dad said that when he saw that it looked like I had the lens, he thought about telling me to just pull it and get it out of my eye. That would not have been good. So it's a very good thing indeed that I said that it felt like I was ripping my eye out!
Last night was the third night of putting the ointment in, and my eye is much better. But every time I think about what I almost did, I cringe. Who knows, I could have gone blind! But God, in His mercy, prevented me, and I thank Him so much!