That's Not Good

Never in my life or the some 13 years I've been wearing contacts has this happened. And of course, when I'm completely out! My eye was bothering me, so I kept rubbing and rubbing it. Finally I decided to take my contact out, though I was in the car, and miles from the holder. Well, when I took it out, only one half of it came out. So as we headed toward home, I began digging for the other half, as I could feel it, but wasn't sure how it would come out. Eventually it did. Thank God! But I'm not happy about having to go contact-less or glassed while I wait to order new contacts . . . oh, irresponsible Diana. Don't know how I let my supply get to nothing. One more thing to take care of in this crazy, busy holiday season!!