They asked me to take off my own socks and pants so they could measure me, fit me for the compression socks. There was a sarong tossed over the back of a chair that they wanted me to put on after I had removed my pants, but neither one of them made any attempt to leave the room. I was a little embarrassed, as I had not counted on having to strip half my clothing off. How ironic that this morning, I made a mental note to throw these panties out after today as they had a large hole in the crotch....great!
I pulled the sarong around me and sat in the chair while one of the ladies measured my leg in three places. After confirming the measurements a couple of times, she pulled two boxes off the shelf. One pair of knee highs and one pair of thigh highs. It became clear that she was going to put these socks on for me. Interesting, I can't remember the last time I had someone put socks on for me, talk about awkward. My foot was up on her lap, sock in her hand and then, she pulled on the rubber gloves! At first I thought, "okay, I guess, if I had to touch people's feet all day, maybe I'd wear gloves too, but rubber gloves?" Upon closer examination, I realized these were not the dish washing kind of rubber gloves, but a special, "sock putting on" kind of rubber gloves. Carefully and with the technique of someone who has done this more than once, she pulled the sock up to my knee on my left leg and then using the same technique, with the thigh high, she pulled it up, all the way up my left leg.
The socks were snug, but comfortable. I decided that since my prescription was good for 2 pairs, I'd take one each of the knee high and thigh high pairs. I left the store with two pairs of socks, my own special rubber gloves and 250 dollars poorer (here's hoping Great West Life covers both pairs!)