apocalypse preparedness

In this time of crisis, i have been doing things around the house to keep myself occupied. so it seemed like the perfect time to clean out my zombie apocalypse supplies.
i didn't start out as an apocalypse supply, but over the years of training and working as a physician, i've accumulated helpful things, so that if someone gets a cut that needs to be cleaned or stitched up, or starts bleeding profusely, from whatever orifice, i can handle the situation without going to the ED. because no one wants to go to the hospital.
it wasn't a purposeful collection either. basically, over the years i've ended up with leftovers. as a medical student, or a resident you carry supplies. in your pockets, in your white coat, you carry things around the hospital; you put things in your pocket as you move through your day. at some point, probably way too late from a hygienic perspective, you take your white coat home to wash and end up emptying your pockets of all the shit you've accumulated. so i decided to go through my supplies and throw away things that expired, or are too useless.
so in the process of cleaning, we discovered a ton of instruments: needle drivers, tweezers, scissors. tiny little instruments for opening up wounds, removing sutures, stitching things up. because any time you open a kit and use a single instrument, the rest of it goes in the trash as it is no longer sterile. to go with instruments--suture--a ton of suture, most of it expired; things to fix both deep tissue and superficial wounds. lidocaine, as an anesthetic while putting things together, most of it expired, but enough to make anything numb. a ton of gauze. because any time you see a patient surgically speaking, you need to be ready with gauze, lots of it. like, lots of it.
athletic tape--to tape ankles, wrists, whatever other body extremities. why do i have athletic tape? probably, leftovers from my ortho rotation, when i'd be a receptacle for leftover tape in ortho clinic.
lube, or better known as a gentler, less obvious name 'gel'. as a gynecologist, you always have gel, which is why my apocalypse supply could also have been mistaken for a sex parlor. because whenever you go up to the floor to see a patient and decide whether she dying from a pelvic infection, or is simply constipated, you need gel. and since you have your own patients to take care of, no one wants to waste time tracking down a nurse to help you find gel. same with ER: it's way quicker and easier to just bring your own and help someone with a period, and avoid nasty angry stares from the ED staff (for the record, you called me!). but apparently, if i needed to perform a pelvic exam out in the field, or stop someone's hemorrhage, i'm all over it.
tongue depressors. why, as a gynecologist, i have so many tongue depressors is beyond me. there is no task in my professional life, or as a medical student, that i can recall needing tongue depressors. peds, maybe?
the supply has been cleared out (hope no one goes through my trash and pockets the expired suture and lidocaine). another pandemic task accomplished. now, if i had only found a stash of N95 masks..