Last night, I couldn't find my usual case for my contact lenses. So I dug up an old case that, despite the dirt and what I prayed wasn't mold, seemed decent enough. I drenched the thing in rubbing alcohol and rinsed it off in the sink afterward.
I thought I was clever for disinfecting the case that would hold the lenses that go into my precious, precious eyes.
Yeah, right.
This morning, as I put in my right contact, I felt a burning pain, as if my cornea was being ripped out by a thousand tiny little ant bites injecting folic acid into my aqueous humor. I heard and felt a distinct throbbing sensation in that space between my eyes and ears that was perhaps my brain. I could barely muster the strength to rip the contact out of my right eye.
My right sclera has been red for the whole day. Miraculously I can still see.
Live a little, learn a little.
Lesson of the previous night/today: Rubbing alcohol and things that go into your eyes don't mix.
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