what's your crutch?

Although my foot is broken, it doesn't bother me near as much as the crutches. I hate the crutches. They're painful. On my hands, in my pectoral area, biceps, back...you name an upper body part and chances are it will be sore.

I need one of these.

The trouble is...if it were in my kitchen I wouldn't want to stick those stupid crutches under my arms to go get it. The sweet thing is that my husband would graciously go and fetch this deliciousness for me...he's been the perfect nurse (or slave...however you want to look at it).