Back in 98 I got knifed in the guts and lost a lot of blood between the event and getting to hospital, the t-towel i grabbed off my mates kitchen bench was all i had available and jammed it in the wound whilst i walked 3/4 mile to hospital, i was also wearing a puffa jacket at the time (it was all the style i loved that jacket) which also got squashed against the stab hole along with the t-towel, neither were clean.
I do not know if this caused any extra problems for the surgeons but was told it was the difference between me being here and not aswell as the 4 hr op to stitch my liver and spleen back together via a laparoscopic operation where the docs cut me from belly button to sternum to gain access , all i knew was i could not hang around waiting for an ambulance, summick inside said keep moving and move in the direction of the hospital, almost the second i arrived at the hospital i lost consciousness, i just had time to show the receptionists the mess and say "Can you pop a couple of stitches in here so i can gan yem i hate hospitals" and i do not remember hitting the floor, I was not very bright back then, street smart but thick as pig crap
20 sanitary towels wouldn't have done me any good never mind one