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2001-08-09, 3:27 p.m., ooer! (aka lens2)

I was perusing my diary when I came across this entry again:contact!. Since I've been working on the computer (e.g. close-up work) I've not been wearing those dastardly lens.

But reading the aforementioned entry reminded me of what I had read on the ReNu MultiPlus® solution bottle. That it was a daily thing, to keep it sterile and clean of debris, protein buildup.

This worried me. Enough for me to go through the whole box and determine what I actually needed to do.

And I don't need to do much. Just have to practise removing my lens properly by lifting it gently off the surface of my eye with my forefinger and thumb. Remember to clean it (rinse) before and after each use. To keep my eyes moist, so that the lens don't stick to my eye.

Yeah, so I'm going to put them in tonight. I had them in for about 5hrs 15 mins last time. The opt.doc said to try and add 2hrs each time I put them in. So I'm gonna try for 7h 15m tonight.

...er...

nah, probably not, since that would take it to past 10.30pm

Imagine trying to search for a fallen lens on the bathroom floor in the weak light of the bathroom lightbulb. No thanks.

10.52 p.m.

I am not the smartest cookie in the pack. I decided to put in contacts at a late time of today.

The troubles I had: lots of lint floating with my lens in the sterile solution I had in the palm of my hand; lint adhered to the lens; 5 minute attempt to insert my right lens. Stab, stab, stab.

Headache. headache. headache. It was a relief when I finally decided that I oughtn't inflict this low-grade torture on myself.

My eyes teared as I clumsily went through the motions of removing my left lens, again and again, and failing. But then I did succeed. And my left eye seemed to breathe more freely, with greater joy and comfort. My right could hardly wait to enjoy the same release. The right lens popped out with minor trouble. Compared to my previous effort, there was no trouble at all.

I'm still wondering if I have bacteria growing in my eye.

11.37 p.m.

I've been told that I look attractive without spectacles. But when I look in a mirror, I still look the same. Not ugly, but not good-looking either. Face splotched pink, rounded face, fuzzy shadowed upper lip. What's to admire?

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