I think the thing that frustrates me the most, after 10 and half weeks on crutches, is that I can't make peace with the fact that it takes me a lot longer to do things.
Today I'm going to attempt cleaning my room. Instead of being leisurely, taking my time to slowly crutch around while trying to balance things in one of my hands, I will hop like a madwoman all over my room. When you hop on one leg, you get a fair amount of momentum going, so I'm sure these hops will be tempered by running into/collapsing onto my bed. I will lay there staring at the ceiling for a minute, cursing my bum leg, then recommence the hopping.
It's quite a spectacle really.