Necessity is the mother of invention. As crazy and potentially embarrassing it may be I find it necessary to wear a shirt or a cravat on my lower leg, all in the quest to soak up all of this exudate. A fresh bandage will be leaking fluid in less than one hour. I can't change my leg every hour so I'm forced to make adjustments. If I sit for awhile without the wrap, I'll have a puddle formed under my leg, looks like a bit of spilled water. I guess its a good thing my apt is all wood flooring.
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