🩸 It’s Bleedin’? You’re Breathin’? Good. Now Own It.

When that crimson starts pouring, it’s real easy to panic. But panic is a luxury you can’t afford when it’s just you and your meatbag body leaking like a stuck pig. You gotta own the moment. That starts with breath.

Not woo-woo yoga breath. I’m talking sniper-in-a-firefight breath. Inhale slow. Hold. Exhale like a predator stalking. Your brain needs oxygen to function under fire. Heart racing? You bleed faster. Calm it down or bleed out quick. Your call, hero.

🧷 Gutsy Moves Only: How To Stop The Leak

Bleeding out is the #1 way solo survivalists punch their one-way ticket to the afterlife. Here’s what you don’t do—scream, flail, or wander around hoping Jesus sends a medic. What you do is get pressure on that wound faster than a possum on a chicken coop.

Use what you’ve got:
👕 Shirt sleeve? Twist it and mash it down.
🩲 Boxers? Rip ’em. No shame when it’s life or death.
⛓️ Tourniquet? Good. Wrap it tight and high. No kit? Use a belt, paracord, or strip of cloth. And don’t loosen it every few minutes like a Hollywood idiot.

🧼 Clean It Like A Germaphobic Serial Killer

Infection is the silent bastard that waits until after you stop the bleeding to kill you slow. I’ve seen minor cuts turn to pus volcanoes because guys didn’t clean ‘em right. Boil water if you’ve got time. If not? Sterile wipes, iodine, or alcohol if you’re lucky. Whiskey if you’re not. Piss if you’re desperate. Yeah, I said it. Better your own urine than swamp water—urea’s cleaner than half the motel beds in Reno.

Wipe out the dirt, dig out the chunks. Be brutal. It’ll hurt like hell. But a short scream beats a long fever.

🪡 Sew It Like A Sailor In A Hurricane

If the wound’s deep, you gotta stitch it. If it’s flapping open and won’t close on its own, stitch it. If you can see inside your body—buddy, stitch it.

Got a suture kit? Good. No? Dental floss, fishing line, or thread from your sewing kit will do. Curved needle’s best. Sterilize it with fire or booze. Then hold tight and push through like you’re mending a damn tent.

Work fast. Not sloppy. Pinch the skin, stitch across in Z-patterns or loops. Keep it snug but not choking. You’re not making art. You’re making sure you live.

💊 Now Don’t Let That Hole Kill You From The Inside

Infection can still wreck your day. Pop antibiotics if you’ve got ’em. Fish antibiotics (yes, from the pet store) have saved more backwoods preppers than you’d believe. No meds? Slather on honey, garlic paste, or silver gel. Old-school, but they work.

Rest, but not too much. Move around so your blood doesn’t pool. Keep the wound elevated. Watch it like a hawk for signs of doom: red streaks, heat, pus, or pain that feels worse on day 3 than day 1? That’s trouble.

🧠 Pro Tip: Practice Before You Puncture

If the first time you suture is while you’re leaking out… well, that’s like flying a plane mid-crash. Practice now. Use oranges, pigskin, or raw chicken breast. Get a real suture kit, not some Dollar Store crap. Watch real medics do it on YouTube—not TikTok cosplayers.

Hell, do it drunk once, just to simulate the stress. You’ll thank me later.

🔥 Final Thought: You’re Either The Doctor Or The Bodybag

No one’s comin’. You’ve heard me say it before. In a real SHTF scenario, you are the emergency response team. The medic, the surgeon, the pharmacist. Maybe the coroner, too.

But if you’ve trained right? If you’ve packed smart? If you can stitch your own damn leg shut in a thunderstorm?

You’re also the survivor.

Stay Sharp, Stay Savage,
Conrad “Bear” Becker

P.S. Got a gnarly story about stitching yourself, treating a wound solo, or makin’ it out when the Reaper was tappin’ your shoulder? Hit reply and spill the blood… er, beans. I might share your badassery in next week’s issue.