More gauze

My mother, who is more obsessed with do-it-yourself than the whole of England, has been going on all day about what sort of materials she'd need to be able to handle any medical emergency that might come up should we find ourselves in some sort of evacuation panic type situation. It's creepy as hell.

Granted, she does have quite a bit of medical training and once lanced the neighbor cat's cyst using little more than a pressure cooker and an X-Acto knife, but I still find it highly unsettling when she starts talking about emergency field brain surgery and the chances of getting peritonitis should you have to have a bit of broken-off knife blade removed from your gut.

And here everybody else's mother is simply out stocking up on duct tape. You gotta love her.