Continuing from part 1, I crutch around the pharmacy, trying to pick up my pain prescription for a broken leg. I browse the store, looking for some essentials. It is tiring to hop around on one foot and propel myself with my arms, strong as I am, I'm not a small girl and I tire quickly from this. I get sweaty and wipe my forehead, then crutch to the prescription waiting area. My bare toes are exposed and you can see my whole cast, with bare legs and a sweater skirt over top. You follow me out of the car as I dangerously crutch over ice and snow. Now that I've been crutching around doing errands, I'm happy to return home but I'm fatigued and not performing as well. The packed hard snow on the path to my house is deep, but softening and many times my crutches sink down several inches, frightening me and making me scream out loud once in pain. I have to go up the stairs to my porch backwards on my ass, and it is wet and humiliating. No one can help me either. I open the door and crawl in the house, soaked to the skin, while you check out my ass as I struggle and bend over. I try to get to my feet awkwardly, on one leg, getting back to my crutches is exceedingly hard. It isn't easy being helpless!