Johnhenry recently commented that it might be a good idea to market bracelets alerting medical staff of your need for sacramental help (Confession, Extreme Unction and Viaticum) should you be rendered unable to ask for these things yourself. A good idea, no doubt. Everyone I work with knows who I want called to my bedside if I am in extremis, even before calling my nearest and dearest.
However, even better than a Soul-Alert bracelet is to continually practice “perfect contrition”, so that it is as familiar to you as your own heartbeat, breathing or skin, when you eventually need it.
Remember, perfect contrition is being sorry for having ever offended God, Who is so infinitely good, and kind, and loving towards us, and thus worthy of all our love in return. The proof of His love for us is His passion and death, undergone to save every single one of us from damnation. Our sins drove the scourges and thorns and nails into Christ, and drained Him of His life-giving blood, and they continue to do so.
Imperfect contrition, in contrast, is being sorry because you are afraid of hell.
Do you see the difference? In the first you treat God as He deserves to be treated, as the Saviour of you and all mankind. In the second, you treat Him like some fierce cunning disciplinarian, who is just waiting for you to slip up and fall from grace so that he can send you to hell for all eternity! This may suffice to get you to the threshold of a confessional, in a panic, but it is far from ideal.
It is better to walk through this valley of the shadow of death knowing God as He really is, your loving Saviour, than to see Him as a projection of your own perverse self-hate, which is what guilt is.