Looks like the Campton Hills Police (and probably many other departments too) should consider investing in some.
Via the Kane County Chronicle,
A man who lost part of his leg in a motorcycle crash last weekend is alive, albeit in serious condition, after a Campton Hills police officer used limited resources to prevent the man from bleeding to death.And below via the Tampa Bay Times,
But Officer Elliot Rose, 30, emphasized it took a team effort by Maple Park and Countryside Fire Protection District personnel, KaneComm dispatchers and hospital medical staff members to save the man’s life.
“This should have been a fatality,” Rose said Monday.
Rose, an officer with the Campton Hills Police Department and paramedic of 12 years, received notice of the one-vehicle crash on Route 64 near Fabris Road in Virgil Township about 12:30 a.m. Sunday.
Upon arrival, Rose found Steven Allen on the ground, with the bottom half of Allen’s left leg about 20 feet from his body, Rose said.
The man’s friend and fellow motorcyclist had tried to stop the bleeding with a bandana, Rose said, but blood was spurting from an artery. Using gauze and an ink pen, Rose said he was able to clamp off the artery and stop the bleeding.
Although Rose has encountered similar limb-removal situations as a paramedic, he never had been in such a situation as a police officer with limited tools, he said. Often, he noted, people in these situations don’t survive before help arrives.
The Army medic was climbing into a helicopter outside Baqubah, Iraq, when he felt the bullets sear through his left thigh.He always carried at least eight. I think I'll check the net and order myself a dozen to keep around car and house. Seems like a smart thing to do.
He lurched backward, crumpled to the ground. His pants leg grew heavy with his blood.
Andrew Harriman, 24, grew up in Largo. A graduate of Admiral Farragut Academy, he became an EMT for SunStar ambulance service at 18, joined the Army six months later.
Now - just before 11 p.m. on March 26 - he writhed in the dark, groping at his wound. He felt his life draining through his leg.
As he lay beside the helicopter, he dug into the left pocket of his blood-sticky pants and yanked out a decidedly low-tech tool that has proved to be a lifesaver in this high-tech war: a tourniquet.
He always carried at least eight.
He slipped the black strap around his thigh, twisted the stick and cinched it tight, like a noose. He felt his skin tissue compressing, bone crushing, "the greatest pain you can imagine - worse than the bullets." Almost instantly, his blood stopped spurting.
He saved his leg - and his life.