Nope...I don't wear them at all and this is why.
I didn't get glasses until my sophmore year of high school as I had excellent to great vision until around then. I got some wire frame glasses and I think I looked ok. I was kinda hesistant to try on contacts.
When I went away to college, I wanted to get a whole new look and all that crap that comes with being on your own for the first time, so I got some contacts.
I took the eye test and all that and they told me to come back in a few hours to get them. I was doing some last minute shopping and arrived at the last possible second at the eye place and they told me they were closing so they'd have to rush. They showed me how to put them on....and TOLD me how to take them off and I left because they were closing.
So, that night, I had them on...and I still remember going "wow...I can SEE!" as I'm walking down the street. I had gotten extended wear lenses so I didn't have to bother taking them out all the time, but that night was the first night I had them on so I didn't want to sleep with them. So...I go to take them out....and I can't do it. I try and I try and I try and I CAN'T DO IT! Finally, 8 HOURS LATER, my best friend at the time (and roommate in college) came over to pick me up and the rest of my stuff and literally poked me in the eye to take them out. Painful shit.
I was kinda hesitant to put them on again after that, but after a few weeks, I decided to give it another shot. I would be in the community bathroom for an hour...an hour and a half...just to fucking put them ON. It was a disaster, but eventually, I was able to get used to the process.
A few months later....
One night, I was up all night and I was tired as phuck. I went to bed with them on, like I had done so many times in the past by now. When I woke up...they were GONE! I looked everywhere! I looked on the bed, on the covers, on the floor, nothing. I was kinda freaked out by it. I came up with conspiracy theories and all sorts of other bullshit to explain it. What sucks is the fact that my glasses had broken earlier in the year and now I was left with no vision correction.
So naturally, I'm sitting down watching TV in the lounge when all of a sudden, my eye starts REALLY bothering me. I start to rub it...and what do you know. I actually PULLED it from underneath my eye lid.
MY CONTACTS WERE IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD. What's even worse is that we NEVER found the other one...so for all I know, it's still in my head, floating around causing brain damage.
If you think THAT is bad, I'm not done.
It took me a while to gain confidence in them again, but I got another pair of contacts and glasses. I mostly wore my glasses though because I felt a hell of a lot more comfortable.
This is where the story gets fucked up.
I have a dog...and he's really, really fucking dumb. Anyway, one morning, I fell asleep on the couch and left my glasses on the counter. I woke up and I had plans to go out with my girlfriend at the time and spend most of the day outside. So, I'm looking for my glasses and I just CAN'T find them! I'm looking all over the place and finally...I look over at my dog's bed...and there they are. All chewed up, bent and with scratched up lenses. Oh BOY was I PISSED.
I had to whip out the old contacts, which I hadn't worn for months and went out with them on. Everyone laughed as I told them the dog story, but whatever, you know.
So, I went out and had a good time and by the time I got home, it was about 1am, I think. My eyes are fucking DRY at this point and the contacts were really bothering me. I go and take the left one out with no problem. I go to take the right one out...no dice. Argh...not this again!
I try it again...nothing. I try and I try and I try...until my eye starts to fucking HURT! At this point, my eye is 100% bloodshot red and I attempt to take the damn contact out every 15 minutes fighting SEARING PAIN. I can't sleep like this...nor would I want to! So I stay up...ALL night, trying my damndest. It's finally 8 o'clock in the god damned morning and I still haven't gotten it out! So, I called my best friend...the one who took it out before. He had actually moved to Yonkers, but I was in so much pain that I asked him to just come here in an emergency. While he was on his way, I said to myself "hey...maybe if I start to tear up, it'll make it easier for it to come out". So, I started thinking of some sad shit and started to cry.
My mom wakes up...sees me BAWLING in the bathroom because I'm in fucking PAIN and freaks out! I tell her whats going on and finally, my best friend arrives. He pokes me in the damn eye...and can't get it out. He does it again and IT HURTS DAMMIT!
He opens up my eye and takes a look...
"Yo D...I don't see any contact in there."
"WHAT!?"
I'm in such pain that we ended up going to the emergency room. I didn't have insurance so we played it off like I was him and he was me....and it actually worked. So, the doctor puts in some dye and all that...and sees FRAGMENTS of the contact, but no contact itself. They remove everything and said that basically, I had been scratching and clawing my cornea for the past 7 hours, causing tons of cuts on the surface of my eye. He gave me dorky hospital shades and sent me home with some drops. The doc told me that I wasn't able to work because I sit in front of a PC all day.
So, I call up my boss and try to explain it...and it sounds like bullshit, you know? They bought it...but I showed up a week later with new glasses and no real symptoms (I was fine after 3 days or so) and since this took place in the summer, they ALL thought I was bullshitting.
So yeah...I got a contact floating around in my head and I tried to remove my cornea once.
No more contacts for me.
Dames
