Just Off Center

So the doc says I need to stay off my foot for a while. Damn. And then she hits me with a prescription for fucking crutches. It's a sprained ankle. I can hobble just fine. I suppose they're just doing their jobs. So I go to the pharmacy to pick them up, and I find that they are only rentig me the crutches. I have to buy the underarm pads and hand grips. After getting everything home and taking out the pads, I realized that crutches fucking rule!

Check out the underarm pads. Thoughts?