BriteLeafsOpaque Thigh High Compression Stockings Firm Support 20-30 mmHg, Stay-Up Lace Top, Graduated Compression

It took immense suffering on my part to get to this place. Hopefully your experience is not as traumatic. Whatever brought you here, here you are and you might as well read what I have to say about these stockings.After learning that I have venous insufficiency disease and varicose veins (anybody could see that part) I go to the medical supply store (MSS) with my prescription all ready to remedy my problem. I sat (OK, in full disclosure, I did wander a bit) in the MSS waiting for my turn to be seen. I suppose it was a good place to wait if one must be forced to wait. I tried out all of the recliners that can lift you right up to standing position. Wow! I was amazed that those were a thing! One of the chairs was so powerful in its "lift" that it about ejected me into the ceiling, but luckily I didn't make it to the rafters. Whew! I did land a little skewampus on a nearby Jazzy and hurt my you-know-where, but that's when I serendipitously discovered that those come in different colors (the Jazzy. Get your mind out of the gutter!)! Who knew!? That's the day I decided that when I get to that stage in life I will make sure I have an auto-eject recliner that will auto-eject me right onto my sparkly Magenta colored Jazzy, then I'll be set to zoom right on out of the living room, down the road to play Uno with the ladies! I think I'll pimp it out a bit. I'd like a furry pink seat, a blu-ray speaker to pump up my jams, and of course furry pink dice hanging from the side mirrors. Maybe even a bright pink helmet I can bling out with my Bedazzle! Oh, that was a trip spraining my ankle on the way down from the auto-eject recliner, but it's healed now. I suppose I should count myself lucky that most everyone in there was hard of seeing and didn't see my clumsy fall from the light fixture, and that they were hard of hearing and didn't hear me scream. That may have caused an unnecessary panic, resulting in a stampede for the door. I picked the right place to make a fool out of myself. I do think my fumbling with extremely expensive mechanical items finally got the attention of the MSS worker (miss MSS impatient pants) and my antics moved me up to the top of the list. She gestured to me to sit down in front of her desk and asked me to PLEASE stop touching things (and I think I heard her mutter under her voice something to the effect of "are you 5?"), while she hurriedly found the doctors prescription in my paperwork. You know, for someone who normally works with the elderly you'd think she'd have been a little more patient with me who is not elderly. But then again, her typical customer isn't recklessly flying through the air, jettisoning themselves towards a $15,000 senior scooter. Except for that one old guy whose wife kept slapping his hand as she whisper-screamed, "stop touching everything! We can't afford to pay for it if you break anything! What, are you 5?" (is that a theme?) as she gestured toward the sign in huge black letters reading "YOU BREAK, YOU BUY!" He didn't even break anything. And, if they don't want things to get broken, don't tempt us with them! Some of us cannot resist touching every single button on those chairs! To be fair though, she would have had a time cleaning up after him if he did land wrong. I don't think his left leg was attached very securely. And besides that, he was having a good time on those chairs. It's not like he can go ride a Rollercoaster at 92 years of age. Give the old guy a break! Where were we? Oh yes, miss MSS impatient pants. Once she fumbled through the file folder my doctor gave me looking for the one piece of paper with my information on it hidden amongst and accompanied by everything one might ever need to know about venous insufficiency disease and varicose veins and the many ways of treating them, and finally found my prescription for the size and gauge of the stockings, she led me over to a wall covered with all sorts of colors and styles of hose. We discussed open toe (I hate those), knee high, thigh high, closed toes, full high, black, nude, or white. Which would I prefer? Black, thigh high please. She sees on the note from my doctor that I need 2 pairs, thus grabbing 2 pairs. It only makes sense to have 2 pairs because, washing. Yes, please always wash your stockings! So, we venture back to her desk as she glares at Mrs. 92-year-old-man while he is trying to take the sparkly blue Jazzy out the front door, "just going for a test drive, Mildred!" he shouts back at her as he almost makes it over the threshold of the door before the security alarms start screaming louder than Mildred can whisper, and half of the customers drop dead from being scared out of their wits while the other half are doing fine thanks to their hearing aids being turned off (don't take this wrong by I'd say a good 87% of the survivors were male, each married to their own personal 'Mildred'), so I waited while ambulance after ambulance whirled in and heroic first responders resurrected the 19 customers who fell to the ground due to the security alarm scaring them out of their wits, and might I add, I generously organized all of the paperclips in the magnetic paperclip thingy atop miss MSS impatience pants desk as I patiently waited. We both heaved a big sigh of relief that every last one of her customers were fine, no lawsuits today, but poor Mr. 92-year-old-man and Mildred were escorted off of the premesis. I felt it was only right that he was not handcuffed. After all, he didn't steal the sparkly blue Jazzy. He was only taking it for a test drive! And as I was about to do that myself with the sparkly Magenta Jazzy, BUT miss MSS impatient pants called my name, I have no room to judge. Once our heart rates returned to normal and the coast was clear I noted that I was starving and I couldn't really figure out why, but I persevered and listened intently to the very detailed description about how to correctly don a pair of compression stockings. Heretofore my only experience had been when it took 2 CNA's approximately 27 minutes to get a pair on me post-surgically. Bless their hearts I think one of them busted a forehead vein during the whole procedure. You know the kind that pop out during duress? That kind. "It was a workout!" they both exclaimed! Then limped out of the room. Little did I know that once the epidural wore off I'd fully understand why those girls were sweating and panting like they were. I have never felt so much pain fully wrapped around every square inch of my legs in my life. Who does that to another human being? Why would any doctor order 2 young girls to harm the patient in such a horrible way as they systematically strangulated my legs? I was certain that this was a new fangled form of torture I'd never before heard of, some secret way of trying to convince people to never again go to the hospital for any reason! This was the answer to our Healthcare woes! Hurt people so badly in the name of prevention and they'll never come back! That will most surely prevent a repeat visit to the hospital. I begged (OK, I screamed) for them to take these suffocators off of me, but my request was denied as I had a vein that was sending blood in both directions at the same time and in order for the doctor to avoid a lawsuit if I suddenly had a blood clot and stroked out, I get my legs slowly killed in a gruesome 4 day-long amputation! Luckily there is something called a shift change and the blessed angel charge nurse noticed that I'd been placed IN THE WRONG SIZE and immediately had the offending elasticized constrictors of unprecedented punishment removed from my body. The next size up was only slightly less painful, but that's a story for another day. As these reminders are flooding my mind causing a momentary episode of PTSD I zoned out and didn't hear everything miss MSS impatient pants was saying until I thought I heard "that'll be $96 a pair, plus tax, your total will be..." aw no. No no no no no no. Stahp! What are you talking about? My insurance is supposed to cover it! The words were flung from my fuming face in a rather fiesty fashion usually reserved for those moments in which I politely talk (yell) in the privacy of my own vehicle at the crazy drivers who don't know what a fast lane is. Miss MSS impatient pants and I were both visibly shocked at how I responded, but what was I supposed to say? I'd been in this store that smells like denture cream and icy hot for the better part of the day, had my blood pressure sky rocket, twice! Once from almost hitting the ceiling after being abruptly and might I say overly enthusiastically ejected (is there no way to adjust that thing) from an auto-eject recliner, then being plummeted onto a sparkly Magenta Jazzy right on my nether regions, and again when Mr. Mildred 92-year-old-man set off the security alarm when all he wanted to do was take the sparkly blue (I think it was cobalt. Lovely shade!) Jazzy for a test drive, and this after he too had been overly enthusiastically ejected from an auto-eject recliner, then being plummeted onto said sparkly blue Jazzy, nearly sending his left leg into oblivion, and starving my poor self as a sat and wandered and tested every single item in the MSS only for me to learn that my insurance doesn't cover compression stockings.I marched right out of there and bought these stockings off of Amazon while sitting in the parking lot eating tacos.P. S. I can put them on myself, no need for 2 CNA's to do the trick.P. S. 2.0For the money these seem to be the best value I can find. They aren't always consistent in the stretch/tightness and where it's supposed to be tight. I hope I'm getting the correct placement of compression since I do not require assistance from medical staff to put them on it leaves me to wonder. They're not fully uncomfortable, but really, how IS something with the word "compression" in its name supposed to feel?

I guess I'm at the age where I have to buy, and review, compression stockings. After getting over that, I've decided to post my feedback. I was recently diagnosed with chronic venous insufficiency in one leg, and compression stockings are now a part of my life. I've tried an open toe stocking, and was told by my doctor a full toe is best for my situation. Afyer trying many kinds, these are the best quality I've found, and at a great price. They are super comfortable, they stay up all day, and definitely help with my swelling. I do wish it was tighter on the toe, I feel I could use more support from the arch of my foot to my toes, but thats my only "complaint". I do have to get fitted for my own compression stocking, but those are super pricey and I need something to supplement my stash until I stock up on those. These absolutely get the job done. I put one on before I get out of bed, and I wear it all day until I hop into bed for the night. I worried how they would look with leggings over them, but you can't notice the band on the thigh at all. Aside from wishing these had more support at the bottom of the foot, I'm very happy with these and wish I could put them on Subscribe & Save. Definitely worth it if you have any circulatory issues.

I have these in the open toe design as well and they are also fantastic. I've tried medium and large in both styles and prefer the fit of the medium.Sizing: I'm 5'6", around 165 with muscular legs. Ankle circumference is 7.75", calf 15.5". Inseam 32", these pull all the way up to just below my butt cheek where the thigh measures 21.5". Shoe size 6 women's, the foot fits as expected - it's a little loose through the toes but the way the heel is designed helps keep it in place.I have not had any problems with these rolling down. For me, the main difference in fit between medium and large is length. The large can sometimes crease a bit behind the knee after several hours of wearing but the medium doesn't. (Medium just all around fits better, but the shorter length is the biggest improvement.)The fabric is sturdy and easily survives the vigorous tugging needed to put on 20-30 mmhg hosiery. I have been instructed by my surgeon to wear thigh high compression as I've been having ongoing problems with swelling after a knee surgery.Every body is different. According to the sizing chart, I should have bought a XXL. I actually did get XXL the first time I tried this brand and they were unwearable. I'm glad I came back a couple of years later and tried a smaller size. I've been thinking about trying these in size small but I'm not convinced that the thigh band wouldn't be too tight.

Does the job and holds up to the abuse of being a flight attendant.

The first time I ordered from briteleafs I ordered their regular pantyhose and they were awesome. Great material for a great price, but I cant stand taking them off when I have to use the restroom in public. So, I ordered the thigh highs, and these are amazing!! I ordered an XL so that I could wear the tights way high up my thighs so that I would not having the "roll-down" issue everyone is talking about. My thighs are enormous and these fit perfect. I am 5'6 1/2" and weigh about 165. They are a thick material and I honestly feel that they are extremely great quality. The ones my doctor sell in his office are crap compared to these and his are over $40, I should have paid more. I also just had endovenous ablation on both legs and these are extremely helpful with the soreness. They are also very handy when I have to drink a gallon of water a day and have constant potty trips.