I keep my knife in the liner of an old purse. It's a flip open Exacto, and sometimes I wear it on my hip (it has a clip on the back) if I feel especially confident that day.
Most times I turn on music. An album, or a playlist; something I know won't stop abruptly. I listen to what I normally listen to, not anything angry or sad.
I gather my supplies. I lay a bath towel on the chair and I grab my bag of whites. It's the bag that came with a sheet set and it has a drawstring closure. I pull out a gauze box and my Tupperware of medical tape. Pull out a few gauze squares, stick them on the table in front of me.
I undo my pants and (and belt, if I wear one that day ) and lean back on the chair. Take off my pants. I wipe my legs with those little alcohol pads, to be safe, you know, and inspect the blade. Replace if needed.
I take a deep breath and cut. About three to four each leg. Not too deep.
I do homework. (It's on the same table where I si). I watch my legs bleed until they stop and they congeal.
I sigh, and clean them up. Wipe them off with a dirty bath towel. Go over each cut with a prep pad. Then stick a gauze square around them and tape it.