The thing six opticians never told me about my contacts
After fifteen years of dry, burning eyes, a younger optometrist finally told me what nobody had said. I'm writing this down because nobody told me.
I had convinced myself I was just one of those people who couldn't wear contact lenses properly.
Six opticians had told me my eyes were healthy.
I still didn't believe them.
Because if my eyes were healthy, then the problem was me.
My discipline.
My hydration.
My screen time.
My personality.
Something about me was the variable that was off.
It turned out the problem wasn't me. It wasn't my eyes either. And it wasn't the brand of lens.
It was something nobody in fifteen years had ever mentioned.
Quarter past seven. Waiting for the burn to settle before the day starts.
I'm thirty-four. I have been a contact lens wearer since I was nineteen.
In that time I have switched brand six times.
Acuvue Oasys.
Total 30.
Biofinity.
MyDay.
Precision.
Infuse.
The first week of every new pair I thought this is the one.
By week three I was back at the bathroom sink at quarter past seven blinking through the burn.
I had a bottle of Hycosan in my handbag. A second one in my desk drawer. A third one in the door of my car.
I told myself everyone did this.
I didn't think everyone did this. I thought I was hiding it well.
One in the work bag. One in the everyday bag. One in the car door.
The afternoon someone finally told me the truth
Last March I was in a small Boots optician on Tottenham Court Road for a routine appointment.
The optometrist was younger than the last one.
Late twenties.
Neat clinical coat.
No clipboard.
I told her what I had told the previous five opticians.
The morning burn.
The afternoon film.
The drops in three different bags.
The brand-switching.
I told her, mostly out of habit, that I knew I was probably not cleaning them well enough.
She stopped me there.
I sat in the chair and didn't say anything for what was probably four seconds.
It felt much longer.
She picked up one of my trial lenses with a small tool.
She dropped it into what looked like a tiny machine on the counter beside her.
About the size of a make-up compact.
She pressed a button.
It hummed.
Two minutes later she lifted the lens out and rinsed it.
What she showed me — and what nobody had said in fifteen years
The lens she handed back was visibly cleaner.
Not a little cleaner.
Visibly cleaner.
The faint cloudy bloom I had assumed was just what an end-of-day lens looked like was gone.
The lens looked like the one I had taken out of the foil that morning.
I said something like what is that.
She said: it's an ultrasonic bath. We use them on trial lenses before the patient comes in. They're a bit of a trade secret really.
She paused.
Then she said: Most of the high-street chains don't tell people about them.
The lens manufacturers don't make money on them. The opticians don't get paid to recommend them.
So nobody mentions them.
I'm not the kind of person who cries in public car parks but I did a bit. Mostly out of relief.
I sat in the car in the car park behind the Tesco for about twenty minutes afterwards.
I had spent the better part of my adult life quietly blaming myself for something that turned out to be a cleaning problem.
The Two-Layer Problem
Here is what nobody had drawn me a diagram of for fifteen years.
When you wear a soft contact lens, two layers form on the surface of it.
Tear proteins. Natural oils from your eyelid. The body doing exactly what it's supposed to do.
Older. Stuck. Not going anywhere with a fingertip.
What your optician taught you to do at the end of the day was rub the lens with multipurpose solution for twenty seconds.
That rub gets Layer One.
It does not get Layer Two.
Layer Two, made visible. The cloudy bloom on a fortnightly lens by day twelve.
And every day, a little more of Layer Two builds up.
The lens you put in on Tuesday is fractionally worse than the lens you put in on Monday.
By day fourteen of a fortnightly pair, you are putting in a lens with a thin sheet of dried biology on the surface.
That's the four o'clock burn.
It is not your eye.
It is not the brand.
It is not your tear film.
It is not how much water you drink.
It is Layer Two.
Carrying everything the rub left behind.
Why nobody told you about this
The technology to remove Layer Two has existed for fifty years.
Hospitals use it on surgical instruments.
Jewellers use it on diamonds.
Optometrists use it quietly on trial lenses before they hand them to patients.
It has never been sold as a consumer product to ordinary contact lens wearers.
For one reason.
Contact lens manufacturers make their money selling you new lenses. The longer your lenses stay clean and comfortable, the fewer pairs you replace. The fewer pairs you replace, the less revenue they earn.
High-street optician chains are paid commission on lens sales, not on cleaning equipment.
So the device sits behind the counter at trial appointments.
Used on the trial lens you'll wear for ten minutes in the chair.
Then quietly put away before you leave.
The two-minute clean does what twenty seconds of rubbing cannot.
How it actually works
You put the lens in a small chamber.
Add a few millilitres of solution.
Close the lid.
Press one button.
Two minutes. The thing that does what the rub cannot.
No scratching. No pressure. No risk of tearing.
Two minutes.
That's it.
About the size of a tea cup. Lives on the shelf next to the toothpaste.
I tried it for thirty days
I bought the device three weeks after my appointment.
The optometrist hadn't pushed me. She hadn't even named the brand. I had to go and find one myself.
I ordered from a brand called Zorentis. They were the ones offering a thirty-day money-back guarantee and free UK shipping.
That mattered to me.
I had spent enough money over the years on things that were going to be the one and weren't.
The device arrived in a small white box. About the size of a tea cup.
Night one I cleaned my fortnightly lenses before bed.
I expected nothing.
The next morning I put them in and stood at the bathroom sink waiting.
Nothing happened.
The burn didn't come.
It fits in your palm.
Nine months later
I want to be careful here.
I have read enough advertising copy in my life to know when a story is being arranged to land.
I am not going to tell you the burn was gone forever from day one.
The first morning it was gone.
The second morning it was gone.
On the third morning there was a faint tightness in my left eye for about a minute.
By the end of week one it was gone every morning.
By week two I had stopped reaching for the Hycosan at 4pm.
By week three the bottle in my car door had been there long enough that dust had settled on the top of it.
I have been using the device every night for nine months.
My fortnightly lenses now last the full fourteen days without going cloudy.
I have not bought a new bottle of Hycosan since June.
I have not switched brands.
Nine months in. Both eyes the same.
But the thing I really came here to tell you is not about the burn.
It is about the silent sentence.
I do not carry it any more.
I no longer walk around with the quiet conviction that I am one of those people whose eyes cannot handle this.
It turns out my eyes were always fine.
It was Layer Two.
If you have been carrying the same sentence
I am not a doctor.
I am not paid by anybody.
I do not own shares in Zorentis or any other contact lens company.
I am writing this down because nobody told me.
If somebody had told me at nineteen I would have got back the better part of my twenties.
If you have read this far you have probably recognised yourself somewhere in it.
The drops in three different bags.
The new brand that was going to be the one.
The optician telling you everything is fine when you know perfectly well it is not.
The quiet conviction that you are doing something wrong even though you cannot work out what.
If that is you, I want to say one thing as clearly as I can.
The thing you have been blaming yourself for is almost certainly not your fault.
The cleaning method you were taught at nineteen does the first layer. It was never going to do the second.
You can be the most diligent contact lens wearer in the country and you will still hit the same wall — because the wall isn't about you.
It's about Layer Two.
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P.S. If you have made it to the bottom of this and you are still hesitating — that is the thirty-day trial doing its job. You do not have to decide today. You have a month. The only thing that would have been worse for me than buying this and it not working would have been not buying it and still being the person who silently blames herself for something that turned out to have nothing to do with her.
P.P.S. The optometrist on Tottenham Court Road was right about one thing. Most of the high-street chains do not tell people these exist, because the lens manufacturers don't make money on them and the opticians don't get paid to recommend them. I don't know whether that is intentional or just how the system has settled. What I do know is that if I had been told this at nineteen I would not have spent fifteen years carrying a sentence that was never true.