I've been having some problems with my eyes lately, especially the right one. A few weeks ago I started noticing something was wrong, when the contact lense in my right eye would tear and the entire inner corner would go red and ache. I thought it was just a problem with my contact lenses, so I chucked them and used a new pair (they're monthly disposables). I trimmed my bangs too, thinking it was some strands of hair poking at my eye that might have caused the discomfort. It seemed to work out fine for a while, until a few days ago when the vision in my right eye started going blurry at times.
I thought my astigmatisme had increased and I might need new glasses, so yesterday my dad brought me to the optometrist. My eyes were checked, and apparently there was nothing wrong with my glasses. The optometrist said my right eye looked swollen, but there was nothing he could do and he recommended an ophthalmologist.
We went to see the ophthalmologist right away, and after what seemed like the longest time (and a string of eye checks that included dilating my pupils), the diagnosis was this: there was some 'erosion' (this was the exact term the ophthalmologist used) on the surface of my eyes, i.e. small scratches on the corneas, most probably caused from the contact lenses. He said I shouldn't use my contact lenses for at least a month, and the surface of my eyes would 'smooth out' in time.
Phew. What a relief.
I'm just happy my eyes will heal.
After the initial scare, I had a lot of fun with the effects of what I like to call the 'magic eye drops'. These eye drops made my pupils dilate, and they stayed that way for a few hours. Our pupils usually dilate in darker situations to let more light in, and the size of our pupils adjust according to the amount of light available. Imagine forcing your pupils to stay that wide open for that many hours. It felt like I was high, the whole world seemed super bright and sharp, like the high definition switch had been flipped 'on' or something. I had a good time snapping pictures of my eyes while they were like that.
I even mentioned to my dad how they would look just like Edward Cullen's if they were gold-rimmed.
Cheers, people!
This year's birthday was rather bittersweet for me. I felt rather blue for a while, and I was trying to tell myself the usual 'age is just a number' spiel. I couldn't help thinking, though, that all throughout high school my maths teachers would always drum into our heads how very important numbers were.
