It’s that time of year — back-to-school dental & eye exam time! My eldest and I went to the optometrist today, and we both had our eyes dilated. The last time I had it done, I didn’t have Transitions lenses (the light-sensing glasses that get dark), so I used the freebie sunglasses inserts that they give you at the checkout counter. Today, however, I just handed a pair to my son as we walked out the door.

About five feet from the door, the sun hit me like a laser light show, and like a dummy, I shielded my hands over my eyes as a make-shift visor and kept walking toward the car, eyes watery and blurry … and promptly tripped over the handicap ramp/curb and landed on my knee.

Oh, yes – my knee. That would be the knee with the torn meniscus, the one I’m having repaired next month. The one that now sports a skinned-off piece, which – amazingly – didn’t rip my pants. How does that even happen?

It feels ok now, though my pride is still wounded, and I’m going to have a lovely scab in a couple of days. The knee itself – praise God – doesn’t hurt worse than usual.

I had to laugh when my son took off his sunglasses insert and handed them to me: “Here, Mom – you obviously need these more than I do.”