Welcome back to Preparing for Armageddon Part 2! You can read Part 1 here, although it will make just as little sense to you. But do humour a lady, yes? 🙂
Everyone on the PF blogs discusses emergency preparedness yadda yadda yadda as a matter of course. So I thought I should naturally be as prepared as I can be as an good on-again-off-again-wannabe PF blogger.
Never mind that I have no idea what type of emergency situation I should realistically prepare for. If I think too much about it, the whole exercise is going to denigrate into a research paper on all the potential what-if situations with full stats on the probability of each situation. And then I would probably have thoughts of emigration. I am an ISTJ. And OCD. It happens.
So before paralysis from information overload could result, I decided emergency situations could be simplified to:
a) When I get stuck in the house
b) When I need to get the heck out NOW!
I decided to start on b) last weekend. Mainly because it was easier than convincing the rest of the family that we need to stock up on 2 cases of mineral water and think about emergency toilet arrangements etc etc for a). Sis was already of the opinion that I need therapy from the whole data backup fiasco.
So I took out a backpack last Sunday and filled it with the following items:1) Mineral water 2) M&Ms 3) Granola Bars 4) Small Torchlight 5) AAA Batteries 6) Fully charged netbook (until I give into temptation and get an iPad J) 7) Backup data (See Part 1 – I tell you I am obsessed) 8) Passport 9) $300 Cash 10) Credit Cards (total 39K credit limit) 11) One change of clothes 12) Panadol, plasters and medicated oil 13) Wet wipes
I thought I’ll start with this lot and add things when I think of them. It was pretty heavy by this time, thanks to the food and the netbook. Sis said it would be a miracle if I could escape with a load like this. She has a point, so I may split the stuff into two bags; Sis or one of the parents can carry the other when we have to run.
The food will be replaced on a 6 monthly basis, so Sis gets free M&Ms every 6 months. This is about the only part she didn’t make fun of. J
The bag is now stashed in my headboard, which has a hidden storage compartment, and I am one relieved peep. Now, I can concentrate my attention on praying that I never have to use it!