Back in January, I was cutting the bottom out of a shoebox when instead of cutting the shoebox, I managed to slice my middle finger open with the scissors I was holding. At first, nothing happened. Then, as I walked towards the Kleenex box just in case, it started bleeding.

I walked down the hall to my room for my backpack where I knew there was a roll of gauze, and got my mom to fish it out. Then an hour and a half later after no real reprieve from the bleeding and gauze I was replacing every 10 minutes, I gave in and went to the hospital.

Three stitches later in the emergency department, it was only a few days later that we had a real first aid kit in the house.

While I had a small first-aid kit of my own (plus my kit for work), and I k