|White and orange|
are a great color
|I was amazed at how well I was able|
to coordinate inexpensive pieces from
JCPenney with my dazzling "statement
necklace" from Lisa Davin
Finishing with tangerine earrings and a bracelet from my local JCPenney store and a fashion ring from my best friend's mother in Spokane, I pulled on strappy, cork-heeled sandals by City Streets and sat down at my dressing table to insert the first of two different prescriptions into my convalescing eye. I gently dabbed at a drop of thick medicine accumulating in the outer corner. Suddenly there was pain. I felt a shift. After a few moments, the pain subsided, but I knew something was wrong. Hoping it was merely a movement in the position of the temporary contact lens inserted by the surgeon to prevent accumulation of epithelial cells beneath the corneal flap, I grabbed my briefcase and dark glasses and headed out the door to my post-op appointment.
It wasn't the contact lens that had moved. "Did you rub your eye?" The optometrist was alarmed when she looked through the microscope. No, I insisted. "I just dabbed at the corner." It was enough, unfortunately, to move the entire corneal flap out of position. The optometrist hurried from the examining room to try to reach my surgeon, Dr. Sanjay Desh Goel, who was off that day. When she finally located the doctor, I was instructed to return as soon as he could get there for corrective surgery to undo the damage I had caused. There would be no trip to the Library of Congress this day.
Horrified at this regrettable turn of events, I drove home and changed into more casual clothes. In the operating room once again, Dr. Goel removed the protective contact lens, lifted the corneal flap and carefully repositioned it, delicately smoothing out all the wrinkles caused by my inappropriate contact.
|I wore this homemade patch at work|
and then spent the evening typing a
blog post about my neighbor's party
using only one eye