Will This Day Never End?

Last night I went to a movie with a friend. I drove to her house and parked there and then we walked a short way to the theater. I carefully changed OUT of my flip-flops and INTO my gym shoes for the walk. Not that it helped. On the way to the theater, I tripped on my own feet or on the sidewalk or on something or other not one but two times. I didn't fall though. Not on the side streets. No, I saved that for the busy busy intersection right by the theater. I tripped yet again--the third time in half an hour and totally wiped out. Landed on my hands and knees. I felt the thud all through my body and my head. My glasses went flying. My friend picked them, and me, up. Passers-by stared, I started laughing. If I hadn't I would have started crying. "I'm fine," I said as my friend worried. We made it to the movies--up six flights of stairs--the escalator was being repaired. I changed back to flip-flops for the walk back. Didn't trip once.

Once I got safely home, I took a hot bath and got into bed. Mr. Minivan was letting the boys stay up too late so I let him deal with them. Boy #2 came into our room to brush his teeth. "Come kiss me good-night," I said. So he raced to the bed and hurled himself toward me. His head met my mouth. Did my teeth survive? I got up and ran to the bathroom to view the damage. Blood in my mouth--where's it coming from? A cut and swollen lip. Please let this day end with no more injuries. I applied ice and thankfully went to sleep. My teeth survived and, barely, so did I.

It's an epidemic...

My brother just called He is missing his prescription sunglasses. He wants me to keep my eyes open for them around my house. Is it an epidemic? Is this some hellish curse I have brought upon my entire family? What does it all mean? Maybe it's time for Lasik...

More glasses problems....

As you may recall, I lost my prescription sunglasses a while ago. I finally got myself over to the eye doctor, got a new prescription, and after endless hours in the glasses store, with my friend to help, and several second, third, and fourth opinions from store employees, I selected a new pair of sunglasses and a new pair of regular glasses. I especially liked the regular glasses. They are designer, not my usual 2 for $99 kind of glasses, and a bit hip and funky. Think dark, think Charlotte from Sex and the City, oh, heck, think Prada. So I pick up the glasses and I love them. Everyone notices them and compliments me, my mahjong group, moms from school, my friends. Even Boy #1, who notices everything, likes them. Everyone likes them. Everyone except.....Mr. Minivan. "I hate them," he says. "They overpower your face. I like your old ones." "I paid over $300 for them, and I like them," I said. "You'll get used to them," I told him.

I wore them for three days and noticed that not only were my eyes watering a bit, but I was dizzy. The kind of dizzy that you expect when you've had a few drinks, NOT a few Diet Cokes with Lime. My mind went a little crazy. I tried to remember all the medical conditions that would cause dizziness. Mr. Minivan told me I was nuts. "So you assume right away it's a dire medical problem, huh? Maybe it's your new prescription." As much as I hate to admit it, he could be right. So today I went back to the eye doctor to have the glasses checked. He told me he had underprescribed or overprescribed or something like that--hoping to get my vision a "little crisper." He told me he would adjust the prescription closer to my old prescription because that little bit of crispness was apparently making me a bit woozy. Also told me something about the base curve and a face wrap--for the glasses, not me. I have it all written down. Tomorrow I will go back to the glasses place and have them remake the lenses.

Unfortunately for Mr. Minivan, I'm keeping the frames.....