That’s right. I took them up by an inch and a half (both leg hems) but it turns out that was too much. I should have put them on first, inside out, and then put the pins in them—it’s just that I was too lazy to change pants, because everything seems harder the more ill I get. Daily tasks are harder. I shouldn’t have gone with a guesstimate. So I pulled out all the stitches in both legs.
The voices say, “Fantastic work! fanastic work! Failure.”
Voices, I don’t need that sarcasm. Behave!