I suppose after a while, I will learn not to panic at the sensation of something warm running down my leg. It's going to take some time, though.
It felt a little odd to lock myself into a stall in the bathroom, prop my foot on the toilet, pull the cuff of my pants up, and release the valve on the bottom of the bag. But maybe not quite as odd as locking myself into a stall to change my own diaper 3 times during a work day.
It feels, and looks, sorta precarious, just sorta taped on there, connected to some tubing that leads to a bag on my shin.
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