(Warning: very long-winded rambling ahead)
I might have mentioned around this parts before that I am terribly scared of having in my eye. Doesn't matter if it's dirt, eyelashes, bugs, whatever--when something gets in my eye (or even just near it), I have a horrible freak out. Lasik scares me. Contacts scare me. I think I told you guys (or maybe it was the Folding subforum, can't remember) the story of how a bee in my eye nearly got me killed because I freaked out while cycling in the middle of traffic. It was a good thing the drivers behind me were attentive and not going very fast.
Today, dear foo, I decided to confront that fear. I decided to get...colored contacts. My Halloween costume is Shihouin Yoruichi from Bleach, and she has golden yellow eyes. I have dark brown eyes and for the sake of cosplay accuracy, yellow eyes are necessary. Yes, I am all about cosplay accuracy--I'm even dying my hair purple for this costume. Besides, teh bf said that it would be good for me to face my fears. So I very reluctantly dragged my ass to my optometrist to get yellow contacts.
I will tell you foosters, it was not an easy (or cheap) task to get the contacts in my eye. I did tell the optometrist that I was horribly, horribly scared of the things, and she was very patient with me, but boy, the experience was borderline traumatic. After the measurement process, which was already quite terrible with all the sitting in machines and shining light and putting chemicals in my eye and stuff, she gave me a pair of trial contact lenses. She let me take my time, let me handle the contacts until I was ready, then showed me the proper technique of inserting them in my eye.
At first, I really couldn't do it. I was shaking so much that the contacts kept slipping off my index finger and falling, and it took me a couple of fall-rewash cycles until I was steady enough to even bring the damn thing close to my eye. The moment the plastic touched my eyeball, I started crying and shaking again. The optometrist told me to breathe and relax, breathe and relax, and finally, I got the whole contact on my lid and blinked around to get it in place. Then came another scary part--actually touching
the contact while it was on my eye to get it perfectly over my iris. *shudder* By the time I got the right contact in, I was a whimpering, quivering mess. It feels weird to cry with a contact in, btw, although I suspect the tears helped with the lubrication.
Then came the left contact. Ohhhboy. Repeat the whole process of crying, shaking, etc. Once I got both contacts in, however, it felt...ok. I blinked a couple of times and it felt normal. I didn't really notice that there was a freaking slip of plastic in my eye. And OMG, I could see
. Look ma, no glasses! I wore them around for a while, and it was pretty cool.
Then came the process of taking them off. AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! Touching my own eye is really scary
. I kept telling myself to stop being such a baby about it and just do it, but for god's sake, it was difficult. The pinching part bothered me a lot. But finally, I got them out and back into the little plastic containers. Phew.
I got a trial pair of amber colored contacts from the optometrist. When I tried to put them on away from the guidance of the good doc I was even more scared of the damned things. BUT! After lots of crying, swearing, and a great big dose of HTFU...I got them in! They are so pretty and I love them. Best of all, I can see without glasses. I walked around, did stuff, dyed my hair purple...all without glasses. Yay!
I'm so glad I got them, and SO incredibly happy that I decided to tackle this phobia of mine. I'm probably not gonna wear them every day as I'm still really bothered by the process (plus contacts are expensive), but as I gradually extinguish the fear of getting them in and out of my eye, maybe I will reconsider glasses and use contacts. I see much better with them, and they look nice to boot.
Anyway, that was the story about how I got over my contacts phobia. Thanks for reading my insane ramblings!