The Mystery of the Missing Contact Lens
I’ve got a story for you that starts in a strip club, and ends with haikus written in the emergency room.
The husband and I pride ourselves on not turing into some mutant married couple. At least not yet. Sure we break into song and dance and have ridiculous inside jokes, but we’ve been like that since the day we met, so it doesn’t count. But the things guys do with their friends, like go to strip clubs, stayed on the list of activities. We pat ourselves on the back for our behavior. Go us.
So the other night, the husband goes out with a couple of his boys to a strip club. The other participants shall remain nameless because some of their significant others think strip clubs only exist for bachelor parties and not random Friday nights out. But they were there and they were enjoying the show and having some drinks.
The husband decided to spend the night at his parents’ house in the suburbs rather than make the drive all the way back to the city to our apt. When he awoke the next morning, he noticed he only had one contact in his eye. Since he was drunk, he wasn’t sure what happened to the other contact. Undeterred, he cleans the still in place contact and puts in a new one on the naked eye and moves on with his day.
Later, while I’m at work that night, I get a call. It’s the husband. His eye is swollen. The eye that was missing a contact earlier. I immediately suspect, as you likely have by now, that he didn’t lose the other contact, it just moved out of place. Luckily, I was in medical school and his mother is a nurse practitioner. Between the two of us, we explain how he can work the contact down and out of his eye.
It doesn’t work. I told him to give it 2-3 hours and if he can’t get it out himself to go to the ER nearest to our house. His mother suggested an urgent care clinic would be quicker. So it’s either a long ass wait at the ER up street, or a long ass drive to the only 24 hr urgent care clinic we know of. With only one fully functioning eye, he heads to the ER.
The husband tell me that even though his eye is uncomfortable and he’s lost a huge chunk of his night, it was worth it. To have a great time out with his guys was worth it. I think part of it was dispelling myths that he’s married an unavailable for fun. His friends that know me are aware that’s not true, but guys just can’t believe it til they see it apparently.
After first falling asleep on the couch because he’s possibly narcoleptic the husband finally gets to the ER. After waiting for quite a while, the husband decides he will amuse himself. They tell him it’s a 2-3 hour wait, and he still doesn’t feel like driving out to the suburbs. In hindsight, he’s almost certain to regret this decision. I worry that someone about to deliver, or bleeding to death, or with an arm hanging off will jump in front of him in line. I share this worry with him.
But since he’s in the ER, what does he do to amuse himself? He starts texting me haikus to chronicle his experience at the ER. This is after a gunshot wound comes in, guaranteeing his time will be extended even further. I figured I’d share these with you because I found them hilarious. The husband is so creative!
Man enter the room / He is pacing back and forth / This person is weird
Grimacing in pain / He has not registered yet / The man walks around
He just spit on floor / Security yells at him / He still has not sat
He has disappeared / Girl who got shot just rolled in / She has not bled though
The girl is waiting / The girl says she saw no blood / Where she got shot at
I just switched my chair / Irritating that seat was / Because of the squeaks
I’m sure she is drunk / And has no clue what she says / That girl in the chair
The man has come back / In the emergency room / Finally sat down
Second man smelly / He is bothering my nose / Sitting behind me
First man is talking / Says his arm is killing him / He is hurting bad
Second man switched seats / The man who sat behind me / My nose feels better
Third man has come in / He screams out loudly in pain / I don’t want to look
His leg is broken / Or maybe his foot, can’t tell / He is also drunk
New person sits down / Tells me she has been here once / Waited 6 hours
I no longer feel / The the contact that is stuck / Was worth my good time
Everyone just sits / Waits for help that does not come / I am not happy
I had told the husband that it’s hard for me to feel sympathy for self-inflicted troubles. After all these haikus, I was feeling sympathetic, and I told him so.
This you say is true / I am having no fun here / In this hospital
Only few are left / There is not many people / Who came before me
First man left again / I think he went outside to smoke / With another man
I am so sad now / I realized I messed up / With the last haiku
Many syllables / I had eight in middle line / Instead of seven
I metion to my little haiku master that he must be sleepy. Honestly at this point, I’m surprised he’s even still awake, even in an uncomfortable waiting room chair.
Sleepy indeed yes / As I sit in this room here / Waiting for some help
Second man sleeps hard / Ear is touching shoulder blade / He is in dream world
Snoring he is not / But I am sure that his smell / Would wake a village
I sit all alone / People here but we don’t talk / My eye feels much worse
He doesn’t text me for a while and I figure he’s fallen asleep. Or maybe even better, they’ve called him to the back Then the haikus resume.
First man is in gown / Asking if I have a light / I tell him no quick
It is almost 5 / I still have not heard my name / Everyone else is sleep
Second man was called / James Hunter is his real name / Should be stinky pot
I am still here / So I will talk in haiku / Until I am called
I have seen one show / And a movie since I came / Both were not that great
Guy who checkec me in / Said “almost dude” right to me / Hope has been restored
All I respond is ,”yay!”
Look waht you have done / A pregnant girl just rolled in / See what words can do?
I responded confused, all I said was yay!
Two girls just walk in / One girl is drunk and says she / Has to go to church
Pregnant, shot, shattered / One of each have come in here / You said that they would
All I think is Oops…
Third guy is next door / He snores like the alking dead / He yells out in pain
His leg is broken / Doctors seem apathetic / Third guy gets a splint
Drops are in my eye / No scratch on the cornea / Might be infected
At this point the haikus stop. I don’t get the whole story until I get home from work. They give him antibiotics for a periorbital infection. Somehow, there was a tear in the skin around his eye and it got infected at some point in the last 24 hours. His eye wasn’t infected, just the skin around it. He’ll be on antibiotic pills for 14 days.
I mentioned before that my friends and I like to spread rumors about each other only to each other for our own amusement. Terrible things you can only say to someone you’ve known for 20 years. With this whole story, of course I can come up with many terrible rumors to share with our friends about what happened to the husband’s eye. But I also want to share it with the 2.5 people who read my blog.
I think he was motorboating a stripper at that club, and she gave him some sort of eye infection. Could be pink eye, herpes, who knows? And as to that contact, I think it’s lodged somewhere is the sequins of a large-breasted stripper’s bra. Did I mention that the rumors my friends and I make up are just horrible? Well… they are.
What do you think happened to the husband’s contact lens?