I was in the hospital yesterday.
It was the last resort because I couldn't remove a contact lens which was stucked and lost at the top side of the sclera. I knew I didn't drop it because I could nearly feel it lodged uncomfortably behind the eye lid.
I hurried out of the office and headed to the hospital across the road. At the reception, I was told the eye machine was not working. So I was sent away to another hospital.
I was referred to the Western Eye Hospital which was some 2.6km away from UCLH where I went. Once there I had to register as a new patient. I was told to wait for 20 minutes to be called. I was told a nurse would assess my eye condition before letting me see a doctor.
My name was called 20 minutes later. I told the nurse what happened. She rested me on the patient chair, took a torch light and inspected my eyes. She lifted the eye lid and asked me to look down.
"There, I think I saw it", the nurse said. She took a cotton bud and delicately removed the missing lens.
She displayed the lens on her index finger. "It's folded in half, that's why it got stucked. Do you feel okay now?" she checked.
I blinked awhile, closed my eyes and confirmed, "Yeah, a lot better."
The nurse dismissed me and said I was good to go. I didn't need to see a doctor.
She returned the lens and stubborn as I am, I wore it again and to be safe I did it in the hospital toilet. Thank God it didn't give me anymore problem.
I left the hospital and straight to the gym which I was already late by one and a half hours.
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I've heard of cases like this before from a friend, which is why I made it a point not sleep with my lenses on. (So, no lenses when I go for classes! Haha!)
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