What Stace had to say on Monday, August 8th, 2016
I Am Stupid

Oh, I have many, many things to blog about, or rather, I have many ideas for things to blog about, one of which is my hair–which is why it’s merely an idea instead of a plan; do you guys want to read a blog post about my hair and the hair extensions I got for my birthday? They’re nano ring extensions: tiny little rings that you pull your hair through, insert the metal tip of the extension, and then clamp shut with pliers. I have pictures and all, but I don’t know if the topic would actually be of much interest. This isn’t a beauty blog, after all, although I am always happy to discuss hair/make-up/etc. Anyway.

This is a nano ring:

See? It's tiny. The Queen is wearing it like a big hoop earring here.

See? It’s tiny. The Queen is wearing it like a big hoop earring here.

I also have some thoughts on, well, other topics. Topics of a political nature, sort of. See, it’s not that I want to blog about politics per se; I don’t, and never really have. You guys may remember my reasons. I still think those are valid reasons, and the Hubs and I were just having a conversation about this yesterday in which we discussed the main reason (as we see it) which I do plan to blog about. But there are some peripheral sort-of-political topics that have been troubling me deeply; they’re really more social/sociological in nature, but again, I don’t want to bore you with my political/sociological/whateverical blatherings. (As my friend Ben Weasel said, “Politics are fucking boooring.”) Everybody and their brother is talking about politics these days, what with the latest round of Douche vs. Turd Sandwich getting in high gear and all. (In fact, it’s more like X-Treme Douche vs. X-Treme Turd Sandwich Cage Match Scum-a-Thon this time around. How I long for 2008, when I could honestly say, “They both seem like good guys and I bet either of them will do a decent job.”)

But today I’m going to talk about something completely different. I’m going to talk about the epically, epically stupid thing I did.

I wear contact lenses. I wear contact lenses because my vision is so poor that I get free eye exams. Without corrective lenses, I am legally blind–and in fact, if my vision gets much worse I’ll have to have contacts specially made, because I am about half a degree away from the “We don’t make ’em that strong” category. (My other option would be to wear the strongest possible lenses plus reading glasses. Ugh!) But for now, I can still wear contacts, and I wear the extended-wear ones and have for a looong long time.

So a couple of weeks ago I decided it was time to take the lenses out and change them (I wear disposables), so I did. And the next day I grabbed the box of lenses (they come in these little plastic packets, which are packed inside a box) and took one out and put it in my right eye–or so I thought, but when I blinked my vision was still all blurry. Had I dropped the lens? What happened to it? Had it dissolved in my eye or something? I pictured myself as the Opening Scene Girl in some awful horror/sci-fi B-movie, They’re Coming For Your Eyes! or something like that. The lens dissolves, the camera pans to my feet, and a few seconds later you see the bottle of lens solution fall to the floor in slo-mo, followed by the sound of my bloodcurdling scream and maybe a few drops of blood. Cue opening credits and Moog synthesizer (or maybe something like Danzig’s “Blood and Tears,” hee).

Several minutes of myopic hunting around didn’t turn up any lenses, and Hubs was going to be home any minute and dinner was already late so I didn’t have time to go feeling around every inch of the kitchen floor to look for the thing–it wasn’t like I was going to put it in after it had been on the floor, anyway; I regularly steam-clean the tile with my steam mop, but still. I also regularly stand there in my bare feet and drop/drip food on the floor as I cook. So I took another lens out of the package, popped it in, and ahhh–clear vision! Time to shrug and move on, right?

Except the same thing happened with the left eye. This time, though, Hubs had arrived as I prepped to put the thing in (you know, if you didn’t know the “thing” here referred to a contact lens, that sentence could take on a whole new dramatic implication), and the kids wandered into the kitchen, and so I was not only distracted but in no mood to go hunting around for the “lost” lens. I put another one in and got on with dinner, figuring, eh, weird, and I’ll go to the eye doc asap to ask him about it, but no biggie. I was/am pretty sure it’s impossible to see properly if you’re doubling your vision correction, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.

Fast-forward to Wednesday night. My eyes have been a little dry and irritable, and Hubs and I watched a sad movie so I got a little teary, which for some reason always makes my contacts impossible to see through afterward. I usually take them out, give them a rinse, and put them back in, but it won’t hurt my eyes to go sans lenses for the night.

I take out the right lens and put it in its case. It magically becomes–yep–two lenses! (Just wait; I promise it gets even stupider.) Two lenses. I’ve been wearing two lenses in my right eye this whole time. How the hell I managed it is beyond me, but I managed just the same. The thing I can’t figure out is why the double-lens didn’t blur my vision, but hey, maybe I’m wrong about that. It’s certainly possible, given that I’m the dumbass who actually considered the possibility that my contact lens somehow dissolved in either thin air or somewhere in the process of application, so…

I brace myself and remove the lens from my left eye. This time, though, there’s only one lens. Yay, sigh of relief. (Remember, I wasn’t sure about the left eye; the lens could have fallen off my finger, and I didn’t really spend much time hunting thanks to my magically-disappearing-lens-theory.)

Now, if you’ve ever worn contact lenses you know that when you first put your glasses on after wearing contacts, everything looks really weird and tiny and it can be nauseating for a little while. (If you haven’t ever worn contact lenses and didn’t know that, well, now you do.) So I stumbled my way through the bizarrely teeny world on my suddenly-miles-away miniature feet, grabbing things with my munchkin hands for balance, and sat down to focus on my laptop until the queasy ickiness passed.

But my glasses didn’t seem to be doing their job properly. I could see through them, nothing was outrageously blurry, but things were blurry enough to make me wonder. Maybe I was just tired, I thought, so after working for about an hour I went to bed–I don’t have the same vision weirdness when I put on my glasses after getting up (in fact, often when I’m going to take out the lenses I do it late at night and go straight to bed without even putting the glasses on at all–I just feel my way upstairs through a blurry house).

Trust me, guys. It gets even stupider.

I’m sure it won’t surprise you to hear that things were not better in the morning. Something wasn’t right. My left eye seemed blurry and weak when my glasses were on, but when I took them off, my left immediately became dominant. What was going on?

Now, before you laugh too hard at me, remember that I’d taken my lenses out and two had come out of my right eye, but only one from my left–but my vision in my left had definitely deteriorated when the lens came out, which, if I were wearing two contacts, both of which had equal vision-correcting ability, shouldn’t have happened, right? If you need a -9.5, which I do, and you have a -9.5 in your eye, your vision would be perfect/corrected. That’s pretty basic. So if my vision is not corrected, it stands to reason that I don’t have a contact lens in that eye.

So I’m getting worried. I talk to Hubs about stopping in at the eye doc the next day, and hopefully he’ll have time to take a look or help me out. Shit, were my years of lens abuse catching up to me? I have never been good about taking out my lenses every two weeks like you’re supposed to; in fact, I’ve been horrible at it, like, wearing my lenses for an obscene amount of time. I rarely remember to deep-clean my lenses or use an enzymactic cleanser (meaning, before I started wearing disposables–are enzymactic cleansers still a thing?). For months a long time ago I wore a lens with visible protein deposits, a lens cloudy with age, because I was poor and lazy and twenty-one years old so couldn’t be bothered spending money on vision correction when there was beer to be bought instead. Was it finally catching up to me? My eye doc–a hunky Aussie whom I adore–informed me at my last exam that my eyes were in excellent shape even though I had no right for them to be (yes, he literally said this, because he is awesome and hilarious), and that if he hadn’t watched me take those lenses out he wouldn’t have believed that I wore them based on the pristine condition of my eyes. (The lesson here, of course, is that if you’re irresponsible with your contacts, your eyes will be healthy and strong.) I’d been so proud, and now this.

(And you know, I’m joking, but the idea of losing my eyesight is genuinely terrifying, as I’m sure it is for many of you. I was pretty sure nothing was seriously wrong, because “vision has improved” isn’t usually a symptom that something is seriously wrong with one’s vision, and my vision in my left eye definitely seemed better, but still. It was a little scary.)

Then it occurred to me that I’d just taken those lenses out of the one box and put them in. Was my script still the same in both eyes? Maybe it wasn’t. I couldn’t remember for sure. And my vision has actually improved a tad since the appointment before my last, going from a -9.75 to a -9.5 (my current script); the only benefit to getting a little older is that many people start to become a bit farsighted, and when you’re severely nearsighted that’s a good thing. So maybe my left eye hadn’t required as strong a prescription to begin with, and maybe I’d accidentally put in a lens too strong for it, and that was why I was having this fairly-minor-but-still-unsettling issue.

That needed to be checked out! So back into the house I hop (I’d been outside having a cig–smoking is also Good For Your Eyeballs), to check the prescription strength on the boxes. This was it, I was sure of it. I opened the cabinet, yanked out the box–it’s the cabinet where we keep all the medicine and first-aid stuff, so a bunch of band-aids and aspirin and shit tumbled out onto the countertop, which is always fun–and took a look at the prescription strength written on the end of the box.


-3.75? Now, I couldn’t remember if my left eye had improved, or if it had, how much it had improved by, but I was pretty damn sure that it hadn’t suddenly become better by over half. I haven’t been a -3.75 since childhood, I mean, my eleven-year-old Faerie is a…oh, for fuck’s sake.

I’d been wearing my daughter’s contact lenses.

THAT was why doubling the lenses gave me fairly acceptable vision.

Even better, Faerie’s contacts are Daily Wear. I’d had them in for a week and a half.

Good lord.

See, back in April or thereabouts, Faerie asked for contacts, as she’s been doing for some time. I talked to Hunky Eye Doc and he agreed to try it despite her only being eleven, given my extensive experience with contact-wearing and my agreement to monitor her closely; while we both–well, and all of you, now–know that I am not always as on-the-ball (no pun intended) as I should be with my own lenses, being lazy with my precious Faerie’s beautiful big brown eyes was NOT going to happen. (Both of my girls have their father’s big gorgeous brown eyes, which is lovely, though I do admit wishing at least one of them had blue eyes like mine. It was a possibility, since hubs’s father had blue eyes, but it didn’t happen.)

So he gave her a set of trial pairs, and she tried them out, but quickly decided–all on her own–that she was not ready for the responsibility yet, and that she would rather just stick with glasses for a while longer. We were all very proud of her for making that decision, which was difficult for her. And the end result is that we had several pairs of these -3.75 Daily Wear disposable lenses floating around the house, and her mother, in a fit of blinding (pun intended) stupidity, mistook them for her own lenses and then invented bizarre theories about dissolving silicone to cover for her own moronic lapse.


I am now wearing my own contacts again, of course, and Hubs and the girls will probably use this failure to think as teasing fodder for years, but it’s only what I deserve. Seriously, guys, I wore my daughter’s contact lenses, how stupid is that? Sheesh.

Other news: Still no proper treatment for my carpal tunnel, but I am pushing through and working very hard. I will have some news for you soon, and a new excerpt of MADE FOR SIN (and the first review for it has come in–it’s a Reviewer Top Pick at Night Owl Reviews! More on that in my next post) and some excerpts of other stuff, including, if you’re good, a glimpse at Downside 6.

If you want to cheer me up by telling me about something monumentally stupid you’ve done in comments, that would be great (remember, I DO allow anonymous comments) but not necessary.

14 comments to “I Am Stupid”

  1. Christa Maurice
    · August 8th, 2016 at 9:57 am · Link

    You make me feel so much better about my contact debacle. A few weeks ago I took out my contacts, put them in the case, dumped the fluid in the sink (intentionally) and rinsed the case. Fifteen minutes later when I went to wash in preparation for bed I couldn’t figure out why there was a contact lens in the sink. I have lenses that are supposed to be worn for a month and a regularly wear them for at least 6.

  2. Tez Miller
    · August 8th, 2016 at 10:00 am · Link

    That nano-ring thing sounds kind of painful. But not as painful as your lenses – holy freaking ouch! I’ve never been brave enough to try contacts, so I’m kind of thankful right now that I’ve stuck with my glasses 😉

  3. Gisela
    · August 8th, 2016 at 12:36 pm · Link

    Don’t feel so bad Stacia. I think everyone who wears contacts has done something embarrassingly stupid at some point.
    I’ve been using contacts for about 5 years or so – one pair to last 3 months but I usually use them longer than that until they get blurry/dry too fast.
    Well, last year I went for a swim, stayed in the pool for hours without a care in the world. I didn’t have googles at the time but saw no problem in opening my eyes when I was underwater. It wasn’t until I was back in the shower rinsing the pool water out my hair that I remembered I never took my contacts out! And it was a brand new pair I had just started using a few days before! I was so angry at myself for as you know being blind is not cheap!
    Looking forward to reading Made For Sin and anything at all from Downside 6! I miss Chess and Terrible sooooooo much!!!

  4. Melissa
    · August 8th, 2016 at 1:21 pm · Link

    Stacia, I could share at least a dozen derp stories of my own. I am the only chick I know that has cut themselves on a piece of bread. Yes, bread. Not a knife used to cut bread. A slice of crusty French bread.

  5. Steph from fangswandsandfairydust.com
    · August 9th, 2016 at 4:48 am · Link

    I had to stop wearing contacts because when I switched to soft I couldn’t figure out which was left or right and alo whether they were pointing the wrong way.

    • Stace
      · August 9th, 2016 at 10:06 am · Link

      Ah, yeah, the “inside-out” thing with lenses can be tricky. I can tell if they’re inside-out or not based on the shape, but most of them now have some kind of printing to help you tell; like mine say “CIBA” on the rim (it’s etched into the lens) so if you can read it properly, the lens is right-side out. I’ve also seen a lot that have “AV” etched in for the same reason.

      The left from right thing…luckily, my scripts have always been close if not identical for both eyes, so it hasn’t been an issue for me. I have astigmatism in my right eye but it’s not strong/bad enough to require a special lens or whatever, too. So mine are interchangeable. I still use the proper “cups” in the case (“R” for right, plain for left) and everything, but there’s no guesswork when getting new lenses out. Your eye doc ought to be writing that stuff down for you!

  6. Stace
    · August 9th, 2016 at 9:49 am · Link

    Hahaha! Oh, yeah. I’ve done things like that–not with my contacts, but with other things.

    And yep, I regularly wear mine (which are also monthlies, I think–Jesus I don’t even know how long they’re for!) for hugely extended time periods. Hence my eye doc’s “You have no right to have your eyes be so healthy,” comment. :)

  7. Stace
    · August 9th, 2016 at 9:51 am · Link

    Oh, no, they don’t hurt at all! (The nano rings, or the contacts, actually.) The first couple of days with the rings I could feel them, like a little extra weight on my head–like wearing a barrette or something–but now I don’t feel them at all. And you stop being aware of/feeling contacts in your eyes after a minute or two; they’re designed specifically not to be felt.

    I looove my contacts and would be heartbroken to not be able to wear them anymore, especially since my prescription is so bad that even the super-thin lenses for my glasses are really heavy and leave indent marks on my nose.

  8. Stace
    · August 9th, 2016 at 9:58 am · Link

    Oh no Gisela! That sucks!!

    It’s actually one of the reasons I’ve never been a big swimmer (or at least not since getting contacts when I was twelve). I’m always afraid someone is going to splash me or something and my lens will wash out. And having put put on glasses for swimming sucks, and my vision is waaaaay too bad to go without any correction for swimming.

  9. Stace
    · August 9th, 2016 at 10:00 am · Link

    Ha, Melissa! That sounds like something I would do.

    I cut myself on my mandoline once while explaining to my children how it was very sharp and they shouldn’t touch the blade. Doh!

  10. Tylikcat
    · August 9th, 2016 at 10:05 am · Link

    I don’t really have interesting contact stories to tell – everyone agrees I should wear contacts, I am pretty straightforwardly nearsighted, and do a lot of martial arts, and other things which would be better off done without glasses, or so the theory goes. But I have allergies, so after a few days they always feel terrible.

    But I have now broken bones in my feet and not gotten around to seeing anyone about it three times. I mean, the first time was this really awful week, when two people I really liked had died (and then later some I really didn’t give a shit about almost died). Friends had taken me out dancing on the grounds, I think, that it was better than leaving me alone, and about a week later I finally wandered into student health because my foot kept hurting. So maybe half a pass. (Also, I was young.)

    But the other two were just complete stupidity. I mean, any time you happen to have a doctor appointment for something else all together, and you mention that oh, BTW, your foot has been hurting for ten days or so, you must have sprained it or something. And the doctor pokes a bunch at it and say, oh, yeah, I think it’s broken. And you rather scornfully say Oh, not it’s not. So the doctor squeezes at the broken spot really hard making your shriek… yeah, good times.

  11. Stace
    · August 9th, 2016 at 10:10 am · Link

    Oh, and no, being blind is NOT cheap. I’m so blind my actual eye exams are free (seriously) but the contacts and the follow-up appts for the contacts are pricey as shit, even more expensive here than in the US (which may be just because my script is so strong they don’t make many lenses in it, and is also partly due to the exchange rate etc. Six months of contact lenses costs me the equivalent of $275 here, whereas I could get a whole year’s worth over there for about $110). It makes it very difficult to afford, which is another reason I tend to wear mine for longer than I’m supposed to.

  12. jackie
    · August 9th, 2016 at 9:48 pm · Link

    I had those 6 month contacts and ended up using them for 6 YEARS. In my defense- I hardly ever wore them. Maybe twice a year. One finally tore, so I had to toss it. In high school, I was so self-concious about my 80’s style glasses that I wore only one contact when I got pinkeye. Twice. That is just about as stupid as it comes. Finally, around Junior year, I got some stylish glasses that I wasn’t afraid to be caught dead in, so I started wearing them to school occasionally. I stopped caring competely in my early 20s. Contacts and the exams are expensive, and my insurance doesn’t cover either. My contact prescription 6 years ago was WORSE than yours.

  13. Kim
    · August 15th, 2016 at 11:18 am · Link

    I stopped wearing contacts because I scratched the crap out of my eye while trying to remove the one in my left eye. You may have guessed…there was NO contact in, I found it later that night, still in the case, exactly where I had left it! You would think that the lack of clear vision would have tipped me off that it wasn’t in, but no…no it did not.

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