TestimonialsHemorrhage Control

The Emergency Bandage®

Eric, Police Captain

Eric, a Police Captain, describes how The Emergency BandageⓇ "had been enough to finish controlling the bleeding" in an obese patient who had experienced excessive blood loss.

The Emergency BandageⓇ

Greg, Military Policeman

Greg first used The Emergency BandageⓇ 2006 when he was a military policeman. Greg recalls how The Emergency BandageⓇ did an excellent job controlling the bleeding in a head wound.

The Emergency Bandage®

Rick S., Chief Consultant

Listen to Rick Smith, Chief Consultant & President of Con10gency Consulting, LLC talk about how The Emergency Bandage® "hands down this has saved more than lives than any other tool that is provided in an IFAK kit."

The Emergency Bandage

Jennifer, lacerated arm

After slipping on wet steps, Jennifer’s lacerated arm was treated with The Emergency Bandage® and hemorrhage control was achieved  

As summer wound down in August of 2014, my then 3-year old son was invited to a birthday party at the Jewish Community Center in Houston.  I parked near the sidewalk confident we would be safe walking in through the gymnastics doors nearest the party activities.  When I say “walk” I mean my son was walking, skipping, and jumping toward the doors. I was locomoting on my two feet and my loft strand crutches which I was very adept at having used them for 18 years.

The kids enjoyed the gymnastics area for the better part of the party.  Then it was time to move upstairs for cake.  The entire party moved en masse toward the stairs leading to the refreshment area.  There is no elevator in that part of the facility, and I go upstairs with my mobility equipment in my hand every day, so I thought nothing of this process. Besides, I had attended many birthday parties in that space without incident.  But it only takes once.

A large crowd was soaking up the end of summer at the pool that day, and many had gone through the doors from the pool area dripping onto the tile, and up the stairs I was about to climb.  Those puddles that may seem harmless to a healthy person are extremely dangerous for someone with severe balance issues.

Small children and their parents were climbing toward the refreshment area. My son was only a few steps ahead of me. I felt my crutch slide out from under me, I felt my feet slide, but I could not catch myself.  My loft strand crutches were stuck on my arms as I fell.  The metal cuff on the left crutch went into my arm across my elbow on the inside of my arm.  I immediately felt this was not like any other fall. I then saw my own blood shooting everywhere from my arm. I scrambled onto my knees compressing the cut with the other hand, screaming for help.  I had no idea if there was anyone to hear me.  I stood up in the process scared that cutting myself so deeply there would be as deadly as slitting my wrist.  I think someone scooped up my son and took him upstairs with everyone else.

Then Leonid came up and seemed to be digging something out of his backpack.  I can honestly tell you as I am trying to contain the bleeding by pushing my right hand on the left elbow, I really wanted to tell Leonid that I did not need the Post-It Note or whatever else he was digging in his backpack to find.  Blood was still going everywhere.  Leonid pulled out this bandage and wrapped my arm with it.  Within seconds the bleeding completely stopped.  He and another father at the party sat me down on the stairs and spoke to one another over my head.  I actually lost consciousness for a few seconds so they made sure I was not injured more than they realized.  Somewhere in this Leonid made the joke, “don’t worry, we’ve seen worse.”  I asked how that was possible and he told me they had served in the army.  I said, “Oh, in the IDF?” And he looked surprised I knew to ask it that way.  I may not be bilingual but when we are at the JCC and the two of them are speaking Hebrew literally over my head I can put two and two together especially as the bleeding had stopped, my husband was on his way, and my son was eating cake none the wiser about what was going on downstairs.

I had an ambulance ride and 24 stitches that day.  I can tell you that other than the slightest scar on the inside of my elbow you would never know anything had happened.  The doctors in the hospital and 2 subsequent plastic surgeons were shocked that I lost no function at all and there was no further treatment necessary.

In case anyone is curious, immediately after the accident I bought loft strand crutches with plastic cuffs and started balance therapy.  I now use a cane most of the time as I never want to be in a similar situation again when someone who just happens to have one of the Israeli Emergency Bandages in his backpack might not be there.