by Dave Winer Saturday, August 13, 2016

It's hot, so hot that I decided a bike ride would be better than a walk. At least on a ride you make your own breeze. Fargo

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It was good until the final stretch which is all uphill, so sloooow and no breeze. And hot, and no shade, so sweat was pouring out of my eyes. I brought a towel with me so I could wipe the sweat off my face, many years of bike rides in hot weather, but when I did it, out popped the contact lens and my vision became uncorrected. Now I have to navigate by color. There's no detail to my vision without lenses.

  • Alabama
  • Nevada
  • Georgia
  • New Hampshire
  • Oregon
  • Vermont
  • Ohio
  • Texas

Even worse, I could feel the lens in my eye, somewhere, the wrong place. And I thought oh shit, it's behind my eyeball. Now I'm screwed.

I made it home. Went to the mirror and looked, and it was right there, so I pinched it and took it out and put it in solution -- I'll put it back in. Maybe I'm getting the hang of it. Knock wood.