👁️ When Contacts Refuse to Let Go: A Tragic Love Story

Some mornings, my contacts go in like angels. No drama. No tears. Just vision. Then there are those mornings — the ones where my lens decides it’s in a long-term relationship with my eyeball and has no plans of moving out.

You know that moment when you’re standing over the sink, one eye wide open, muttering “come on, you little sucker” like you’re trying to talk a cat out from under the couch? That’s me. Daily. I swear, if these lenses had hands, they’d be gripping my cornea like, “You’ll never get rid of me, Susan.”

I’ve tried all the tricks:

• Blink drops (Blink, honey, you’re doing amazing, but she’s not moving).

• Warm compress (cute in theory — my eye just feels spa-ready, still no lens).

• The “look up and slide down” method (sure, Jan).

• Panic blinking (10/10 not recommended).

By this point, I’m convinced my contact lens isn’t stuck — it’s just hiding behind my eye, taking a break, sipping iced coffee, and waiting to ruin my afternoon.

And then… finally… after 10 minutes of delicate poking and enough self-talk to qualify as a TED Talk, out it comes. I just stare at it in the mirror like, “You happy now? You won.”

Honestly, I’m beginning to think contacts are the ultimate gaslighters. They make you question everything: your vision, your coordination, your life choices, your sanity.

So, tell me — what’s your move when your contact lens decides to play hide and seek? 👀
Because at this point, I’m considering just blinking in Morse code for help.