I was supposed to get measured for my new garment at the beginning of March… hypothetically speaking that was the plan. Until Heather said, “we can do better.” And then after a few weeks of “we can do better” I said to myself, enough… I am no longer in control. Heather is. I look at my leg and constantly say “we can do better” but Heather actually knows what she is talking about. I just look at it and try to will it look more normal. What do I mean by all of this? I can’t try to plan ahead for measurements, for wearing or not wearing a garment, or for being bandaged or unbandaged… it is what it is. Whatever. Heather will tell me when I can get measured.