although I am not the best about wearing them as much as I should. Mainly because I need to have some made in my prescription.
When I was about 10, my brothers had a '65 Mustang convertible that I was helping them fix up. I ended up with a small shard of metal in my eye, and I didn't know it. I kept rubbing it, which made it embed in my cornea. It didn't bother me too much until the next sunny day when we went to a Reds game. Holy
did it hurt!
Mom took me to the opthamologist and he attempted to dig it out with a hypodermic needle, but I kept moving. He told me to hold still in an exasperated voice. I asked him if he thought that he might be able to hold still if I was holding a needle to his eyeball, and he got my point. He ended doing surgery. When I woke up, he apologized for being kind of a jerk and told us that he would not have been able to get it using the needle. He actually had to drill it out. I was really lucky that it did not go any deeper.
That was 33 years ago, and I remember it well enough to know that I don't want to go through it again.