Pimp my Gimp

Today my husband had some sort of medical training for school. He's the soccer representative this year so he had go to a day in a half class to learn how to handle medical stuff (prescription drugs, over the counter, inhalers, etc) for kids on school sponsored trips. Anyway, he got out at noon and arranged to come pick me up from work so we could eat lunch together. I took the rest of the day off.

I've been wanting to get some new grips for my crutches. My crutches were up in the attic since my 2002 knee surgery so the grips were a little dry rotted. I joked that I wanted to pimp my ride and so he came up with the "Pimp my Gimp". We laughed a lot about that but no one else seemed to think it was so funny. They probably aren't as cool as we are and never heard of Pimp my Ride show on MTV.

After getting my new awesome grips, we went to get some lunch. The day was on/off rain so the sidewalks were wet. When I walked into the restaurant there were mats but my crutches spread out onto the linoleum tiled floor. My crutches slowly slid farther and farther out until they finally caught on something and I regained my composure. My husband said it took him a minute to realize I wasn't just trying to dance. He was too far away from me to grab me if I had started to go down. It was pretty scary. I have had a few close calls but haven't broken anything else yet. Let's just hope I don't.