Two Right Eyes, But One Is Wrong!

Aiii... some of you might remember how, shortly after getting this batch of contacts, one of the left lenses ripped. If you don't remember that story, well, that previous sentence should have recapped most of it.

A bit o' past history: about eight years ago, a really annoying optometrist handed me both pairs of the non-disposable lenses, as has happened since I first started wearing contacts. The thing is, he opened all four sealed vats o' lens, popped them in cheap plastic cases, and covered them with saline. In other words, if I wore one pair to death - as I always had - I'd have to clean and change saline on the other pair even when I wasn't wearing them. To make life bearable, I came up with a solution that actually extended the life of the lenses - I alternated them, wearing each pair every other day. They were cleaned regularly, and they had an extra day to relax before they were back on duty. Instead of wasting one set of lenses or gallons of cleaning solution and saline, I actually had a better scheme.

Other important bit of back history: my right eye is bad, enough to be considered legally blind without glasses; the left eye is about half as good as the left.

So today, sitting on the front porch, after having my eye screaming and yelling and going dry all day, I popped the lens out. It had a nice rip into it. And, I discovered a bit later, the outside edge wasn't fully round - a tiny bit of the edge curved the wrong way, a sliver of lens missing.

So now I have two right lenses and no left lenses. And crap glasses.

Oy.