So, because everything else was "stable"
I decided to finally seek lymphedema treatment. Sexy, huh? I have a few weeks of wrapping (halloween costume--mummy and deady?) and then get to pay up the wazoo for a custom stocking, and the absent-minded naughty nurse look will be back, and I can stop wearing these sexy shoes.
I'm thinking of crocheting a fishnet stocking to wear over it.
I clop around like Hans the talking horse.