Wearing these soft contact lenses is what I imagine a starfish might feel like clinging to my eyeball – they cling with suction cups and donâ€™t move until I pry them off. When I dig my fingers into my eye sockets each night and pinch my fingers together, I pray I come out with only the flimsy contact and NOT my entire eyeball.
They are dry, they donâ€™t float on my eye at all, and when I take them off at night my eyeballs take a good long stretch with a big yawn and an ass scratch.
Iâ€™m EXTREEMLY grateful that my optometrist just happened to have a pair of lenses in my prescription at his office so I didnâ€™t have to endure my thick glasses all weekend at BlogHer, but Iâ€™m ready to get back into my trusty rigid gas permeables again. They float, they breathe, they pop out easily without any prodding â€“ they are the playful dolphins of the contact world.