After getting off work at 1:30am this morning, I drove back to my hotel half-dead. Not from the hour, but from having to work in-between work while working on work. It wears on you after a while.
So I get to my room, flop on the bed, then take out my disposable contact lenses and drop them on the nightstand so I can toss them in the garbage in the morning.
Then, after an unknown length of time, I suddenly remember that I don't have any replacement lenses or eyeglasses with me. Shiiiiiiiiiit! Adrenaline pumping I lunge out of bed and scramble to find the lamp. I somehow manage to retrieve my shriveling lenses and run to the bathroom where I oh-so-carefully attempt to rehydrate them with the saline I had bought earlier. Are they going to be wearable in the morning? Who knows. All I can do is let them soak overnight and hope.
I then headed back to bed so I could...
... STAY AWAKE ALL NIGHT ON AN ADRENALINE HIGH WORRIED THAT MY CONTACTS ARE RUINED AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE TO DRIVE HOME.
And how was your night?
Eventually I give up on sleep and roll out of bed at 5:30am.
Heart pounding, I make my way to the bathroom and put my contact lenses in.
The are not at all comfortable, but they work.
So I get caught up on still more work for the next six hours with my scratchy eyes, then call in an order for a giant-size Da Vinci pizza from David's for my drive home. Yes, I've been eating pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner... but it's the best pizza in the universe, so what can you do?
Half with tomatoes to eat now. Half without for later so they don't get slimy.
The 3-1/2 hour drive home was agonizing*, but delicious...
Mmmmmm... yummy road pizza!
And so here I am. In eyeglasses at last. Blogging about my day.
Because I just can't help myself.
* Seriously, agonizing. I'm trying to recall a worse road trip I've ever taken, but I can't think of one. 3-1/2 hours driving through the middle of NOWHERE with burning eyeballs on NO sleep while physically and mentally exhausted? All the pizza in the world isn't going to fix that, no matter how amazing it is.
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OK, eyes hurt, yes understood but OHMYGOD that pizza looks AMAZING. I’d suffer some scratchy eyes for that.
(But, seriously, I totally get you on the fear of blindness/not having glasses/contacts thing. I, too, would be fucked. I could not drive or anything without some sort of optical assistance. Hell, I can’t even see to find my glasses in the morning when I wake up! Worst nightmare.)
Your pizza looks delicious! Good food always makes a shitty day better. Glad you made it home o.k. and that your eyeballs survived the torture.
I could never wear contacts because the thought of touching my eyeballs freaks me out. You don’t have a back-up pair of specs, huh?
I leave a spare pair in my “international” suitcase for foreign trips, but don’t ever bother with them domestically because any problem fixes are a day away via FedEx, and I’ve always got my “regular” glasses with me.
Except this time, of course!
uuuh, did you think about getting your prescription info from your dr and seeing if a local optometrist or optical store had them in their office. unless they are a totally weird prescription they usually have samples in stock.
Yes. I keep my prescription in my backpack and, if I was out of options, that would have been first on my list after calling my office to FedEx lenses to me. But, other than being uncomfortable, they seemed to work okay so I just went with it thinking that they would get better as I wore them longer. Now that I know otherwise…
So glad I don’t need contacts, or glasses… yet.
Hope you get some rest!!
I hate situations like that…luckily, I don’t have to do it all that often any more (I used to a lot when I was in the Air National Guard in Tennessee and would have to drive back to Atlanta after being up since 5am after going out the night before).
Now I want pizza. Thank goodness I’m going to California Pizza Kitchen for dinner so I could make that happen if I wanna. But it won’t be as good as your pizza.
Sorry about your eyeballs, but DAMN that pizza looks good!
Holy hell, this is my nightmare. Since learning to surf, I always have a spare pare of lenses in my surf box in my car, but still – I worry about being caught somewhere totally effing blind. Without even the best pizza in the universe to comfort me.