The contact lens I'd lost some time ago (I just looked, and I guess I didn't blog about this) has reappeared. The day I lost it, the lens seemingly just disappeared. I searched high and low for it and never found it, but I trusted that it would come back, and sure enough, voilà. The lens magically reappeared on my floor, near my bathroom door. As I've learned from experience, the lens will be hard because it's hydrophilic and will have dried out from a lack of saline solution. The thing to do is to drop the lens—which feels like a fingernail—into a some saline and let it soak at least a few hours. Take the lens out, check for rips, rub it gently with a fingertip while rinsing with more saline, and pop that bad boy back into your eye. I did all the above, and now I have two left lenses. I'm going to put one of the two into a contact-lens container, and I'll store it for whenever I might need a spare lens.
Does anybody triumphantly say Woot! anymore? Probably not.
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