Well, if I haven’t tried to flush it lately that contact just stays tucked around the left eye raising ocular pressure slightly, I guess I just wait it out.

The permeability of my physical exterior was always one of my big hang-ups, to the point I didn’t like to wear clothing with buttons directly against the skin.

So like, “having a foreign object trapped inside a high-profile intimate area I consider to be ‘interior’ such that I am in constant awareness with no practical way to extract it but a hope it further decays in place over weeks” is really an absolute nightmare scenario and it’s a testament to the anxiety zeroing how well I’m tolerating it – if I focus on it the immensity keeps building and building, but I can freely at any time drop it and focus on other things.

(Well, one other connection is to that self-heimliching I originally credited the personality change to – put in a sufficiently extreme physical situation I will ignore extraneous matters and practically attend to things, apparently)