today i decided to wear glasses. get a little fresh air into my pupils. i removed my contacts, and put on my glasses.
i couldn't see anything.
i took off my glasses.
i could totally see out of my right eye.
i assumed that my vision had corrected itself. that i was healed. that i'd only have to wear a contact in my left eye for the rest of my life. i'd be half perfect.
glasses on. blurry.
glasses off. half blurry.
left eye closed. sharp, clear vision.
"it's almost like i'm still wearing a contact or something in my right eye," i mused.
chuck walked closer. peered into my face.
"you are," he said.
sure enough. i still had a contact in my eye. this means that i have been walking around wearing three contacts for the past few days. that would explain the headache. but it doesn't explain how it happened.