I woke up, I got out of bed, and threw a comb across my head. Went to the shower like I usually do, got out, put in my contact lenses, and prepared for another day. Had a great time flying my model airplanes with my neighbor for a couple of hours.
Strangely, though, I had some trouble reading the dials on my car. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I just couldn’t quite focus. Very weird.
Got home, had a great dinner with some friends. Tried to read a book… and had trouble focusing again. So strange. I spoke about the odd focus/double-vision thing with my friends, and we got started chatting long into the night about health problems we’ve had in the past, or those which people we know have had.
Wrapped up the conversation around 11:30PM. Went upstairs, took out contacts. The right one had a strange wrinkle in it and looked thicker than usual. Took out the left one… and noticed there were TWO contacts, side-by-side, stuck together.
Yep. I’d put in a fresh set of contacts on top of my first set. In both eyes.
Life’s like that a lot. You think of all these outlandish explanations for something until you figure out the real explanation is far simpler.