I know it sounds gross, but I have put 1 month lenses in my eyes, then gone 6 to 8 months before taking them out. Bad habit, but like I said, physically touching my eyeball grosses me out. It's like my hands can't get clean enough. But recently this has all changed. After visiting the eye doctor for the sole purpose of getting an up to date prescription, I found myself getting lectured and reprimanded VERY harshly. I'm talking the way a toddler gets talked to after sticking his hand in an electrical socket. You would have thought I cussed in church or committed some other unforgivable crime of that sort. While the doctor boomed over me in all of his glory, I sat there meek and small with my tail between my legs. He told me flat out that if I continued this habit, then I would permanently screw up my eyes. He sent me packing with NIGHTLY contacts, and no prescription until he saw me the next week and I had proved that I took the new contacts out each night to give my eyes "a rest". Which I have, reluctantly...but still haven't gone back to my follow-up appointment to get my prescription. It's a vicious circle.
Sticking my finger on my eye ball...not pleasant, but here are some things that are.
Reem Acra Couture Gowns have become my recent online viewing obsession. Not that I have ever touched one, let alone been in the same room as one, but I am intrigued nonetheless.
Traveling....I craved seeing more and more each day. I wanted to fill my head with awesome sights so that I would always have memories of the different places we saw.
Two words....Google Earth. How f-ing cool is Google Earth? If our great-grandparents knew the things we could do these days they'd poop themselves.
The top view at Eisenhower Park, which I just recently saw. Gorgeous reward for working your butt off to get to the top.
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