Jimmy Johns.

You don't realize how valuable your foot is, until it's gone.

Going to the bathroom. Getting a glass of water. Forgot your keys? Oh, just run back and get them.  Simple tasks that used to pass without even thinking.

I feel like I'm always starving.  Perhaps it's the crutching, but I doubt they're much more exhausting than running double digit distances. I think it's a mind game.  I have all this new time to think about how hungry I am, to sit in my head and dream up chocolate cakes and ice creams.  But it's such a pain to be hungry, so uncomfortable (my mother will quickly tell you how fun I am when I'm hungry.)  Imagine all the things you do in the kitchen to prepare let's say, a simple sandwich. All the pivoting, whether it be lunch meats or a simple pb&J, it's rough. To carry a jar of peanut butter, one of jelly and a loaf of bread in one trip is acrobat worthy with two hands and two feet; these things require multiple trips to and from the fridge. My hands can't be occupied by crutches so I resort to hopping (you should feel my right quad, my vasti are killing it). Can you see my exhaustion? Do you feel my muscles aching for a rest? My good pal Jimmy John does.

I ordered myself my high school regular, a number 16 with bbq chips.  (The bbq chips are a must, in or out of the sandwich. They make my meal well rounded.)  So I call him up, place my order, and realize right after I hang up that they always call you from outside and make you go to the building entrance to fetch your beloved sandwich.  So I call them back.

'Thank you for calling Jimmy John's, this is Tim speaking.'

'Yes, Tim (always use one's name when trying to get what you want), I just called and placed an order for a sandwich and you see my foot is broken, it sucks I know.  It would be really great if the delivery man could come right in to my door.  It's apartment 1114, any key works at the front door, bizarre i know, unsafe even.  But I have such trouble getting all the way out front, I'm on crutches and--'

'No problem, we'll see you soon.'

He probably just wanted me to shut up, but he did agree, and my freaky fast sandwich was delivered (as close to) right in my lap (as possible). Thanks Tim.