And know what to do with them. If you don't have the correct supplies, be able to make do with what you have. The corollary to that is "use the proper tool for the job".
And now on a totally related topic;
I have several knives. I have black tactical high speed folders which give me a small measure of street cred', and I have the more ordinary "pocket knives" that everybody should (and all good country boys do) have. I use the pocket knives much more often.
On all my knives I like sharp blades, very sharp blades. I have a sharpening wheel that makes it rather easy to obtain sharpness capable of shaving hair off the back of my arm. Remember as this story develops the phrase "razor sharp", it will be important later.
Because of some mechanical problems, I am a bit behind on my mowing. I rushed home this morning to get to work on that. When I arrived home, I found that the Brown Truck O'Happiness had left me a package yesterday, a new rifle barrel. I really wanted to open it and look at it over, but I needed to get to mowing. To top it all off, I really really needed to sit on the throne and take care of business. I decided to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
There I am, enjoying the afterglow, cutting open (actually prying at) a cardboard shipping tube with my (do you remember?) razor sharp pocket knife.
And because Murphy is a SOB and hates me personally, the knife slips and closes on my fingers. Razor sharp knives cause little pain, and serious cuts. Toilet paper is not a good first choice as a bandage. While sitting on the throne, toilet paper may be the only option, and it still sucks. There I am, pants around my ankles and unable to pull them up, holding rapidly disintegrating toilet paper on two cuts. Waddling to the sink to get the first aid kit, I manage to pull the pants to a semi-respectable gang-banger level, but I can't button them because I'm busy trying not to bleed all over the floor(and being only slightly successful).
Pulling out the first aid kit, I open it and find only bandaids. And not the big ones either, those little bitty useless ones about a 1/4 inch wide. Looking down at the dripping red mass of wet paper in my hand I decided those would not do. Looking around for something, anything to stop the bleeding I see a towel. A white towel, one of the good ones my wife bought and won't let the kids use. I reached for the towel and then stopped. I may be hurt and bleeding, but I ain't stupid. My wife would kill me if I bled on her white towels. Resuming the search, I open a door and eureka! I am saved.
Paramedic, bandage thy self!
Have you ever tried to open up a Maxi-pad with one hand? For that matter, have you ever tried to button your pants with 2 fingers wrapped in Maxi-pads?
I drove to the local volunteer fire/ambulance station to find some proper bandages. I learned that no matter how many times you have bandaged cuts and bleeding fingers, you can't do it to yourself, especially if you are right handed and cut on the right hand. And when you have blood dripping down your arm is not the time to teach the new guy BLS procedures, just sayin'.
One ugly mass if bandages and a trip to the ER later, everything is OK. I'm missing the entire pad of my right index finger down into the sub-q tissue, and have a manly (soon to be) scar on the back of my middle finger.
first aid supplies = good
TP as bandage = Bad
folding knife as a pry bar = Fail
Murphy = SOB
Edited 9/19 : Thanks to all those stopping by from Cowtown Cop's blog. I hope you stick around and read the updates.