band aids...

[Steely_Gunz]

But then I grew up in a household where if there was not conspicuous blood or broken bones sticking through the skin, you were "fine."

Ya know, now that i think back on it, my mother was the same way about my injuries. We had the same box of band aids in 1996 when we moved that my mother had bought back in 1983 when we moved there. First aid consisted of holding the wound above your heart and waiting to see if the blood flow stopped. If it did, then you were fine, needed no "expensive band aid", and were instructed to go outside and play (my mother always was just finishing up vacuuming/mopping when i was a child and it was always outside. outside. outside.). If the wound continued to bleed then it was the standard "five more minutes" rule of waiting. If you turned sheet white and passed out while waiting the 5 more minutes, you were then driven to the MEC to get stitches allthewhile fading in and out of consciousness listening to my mom mutter something about blood stains on my new shirt.
My mom was a bit of a hard@$$ sometimes. She's mellowed out as she's gotten older, but woooh she was the scariest 4'10" lady growing up.

Jake