Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I had the Door Man take his backpack because I didn't want to rush back to get him on the bus. I was just going to drop him off at school because we were already running late as it was.
We get to Panera, and the kids and I are standing in line.
I look at the Door Man and think "that right eye looks funny."
"Hey dude, when I asked you if your contacts were in this morning, were you sure that they were in? Because it looks like your right lens is missing."
"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you ... it was missing when I woke up."
This was AFTER I asked him if he had his contacts in. Three times.
This was AFTER we had left the house and weren't going to be returning with him in tow.
This was AFTER the contact fell out of his eye and was sitting out for more than 12 hours now.
This was AFTER I went on a rampage and started throwing all the clothes that he has thrown on his floor up onto his bed.
Needless to say, I didn't find that right lens. I am putting Ace on it tonight. Ace the Contact Detective. Maybe I should put Queen Bee on it because she can find them in the blink of a de-lensed eye.
So he is wearing an old Rx in his left eye and his left lens in his right eye. Because his parents don't buy extras at $ 250 a pop. Yes. $ 250 for a pair of contacts for this boy.
These are the lenses that my insurer loves to deny coverage on. You can read about my rantings here but I warn you .... if you don't want to read bad, bad, foul-mouthed, really nasty, wouldn't kiss your mother with that potty mouth, don't read the post. Seriously. I was mad. I was enraged. I was being a protective mother bear in the post.
So I think I have warned you enough on that one. Right?
Now I need to get some new lenses for him, but he really needs to see his docs first.
This boy goes all Harry Houdini with his lenses. One time, on our way to his checkup in the Wolverine State, he literally LOST his lens. In his carseat. They had to get him a new lens when we got there, and then the dr. went and changed the Rx on them. So we paid for a lens to be worn for 10 whole minutes.
These contacts and I have a love/hate relationship.
At least he didn't say "oh yeah... they both fell out and I ate them."
But that would end the search for them. I don't know. Double-edged sword.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
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