Hypochondriac's anonymous meets here...
Hypochondriacs. That’s the word we use for people who aren’t really sick but who always claim they have something wrong with them. Nurses are especially bad at this. It starts in nursing school. The nursing student is always convinced that they have whatever new, weird and exotic disease they are learning about. I’m not sure why it happens, but it’s true. Ask any nursing student or nurse and they will tell you.

Apparently moving to Africa has the same effect on a person! At each new little bump or stomach grumble I am convinced that I am coming down with some exotic Africa disease. Of course living next to a doctor forces me to be a little more realistic as I have to decide if something is really worth running over to him and asking about. Last Thursday, however, I almost decided that the symptoms I was having were real, not just make believe, and almost went over to Rob to have him check me out. I woke up with a little bit of a stomachache (could have been anything) and slightly blurry vision. Well, after a bit of breakfast my stomach felt a little better but I was still having trouble with my eyes. Thinking it was maybe just some sleep in my eyes that I couldn’t get out I tried taking a shower and cleaning my eyes with a washcloth. It didn’t work. I cleaned my glasses several times throughout the day but it also proved fruitless. I couldn’t figure out what was going on! So I decided not to walk to town that day and just stayed home. I thought to myself that if the problem persisted into the next day that I would go to Rob.

So the next morning, the day I spoke at Chapel, I woke up with the same problem! I couldn’t skip make my commitment, so I showered and got ready. Then I went to put in my contacts. That’s when I discovered that my contact case was empty! Imagine my surprise when I looked at my eyes and realized that I had one of my contacts in! No wonder my vision was blurry! I was wearing one contact and my glasses at the same time! Now I know you have a good question brewing in your mind. Where was the other contact? I couldn’t answer this question at first. I looked in my and around my bed but couldn’t find it. I knew that it wasn’t stuck anywhere in my eye (I have been told that is very painful and that I would know if it ever happened) but I couldn’t find it!

The next day I looked all around my bed again but couldn’t find it. I was beginning to get a little nervous. I mean, I know what it takes for me to get them out when I am actively trying… So what could have possibly happened to it while I was sleeping?! That night after it was dark I decided to use a flashlight to be able to see better to search the area around my bed. Finally I had victory! Because of the fear of bugs and the desire to be under the ceiling fan I keep my bed fairly far away from the wall. Imagine my surprise then when I found the contact on the floor right next to the wall!

I have no idea how I was able to get it out or how I managed to throw it so far from my bed in my sleep. I am extremely happy though to know that there isn’t anything wrong with me that a better memory and routine can’t fix!