I spent the morning packing up for another camping trip (this time it’s the Monkey-and-friend version, while his sister is away).
I went into my bathroom and packed up my creams and gels and toothpaste and such and looked over the three different kinds of eye drops and two different kinds of saline solutions and…
… put my glasses on.
Crotchety Old Optometrist was right. I lasted four days with the contacts. FOUR. DAYS.