The Mistake - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Admitting diagnosis was
a major heart attack.
She did receive the best of care
and died that night.
No one had thought to check her lungs.
A giant clot
full of fibrinogen and more
rang in her doom.
A blood clot is a plug of platelets
bound up in a network of
insoluble fibrin molecules.
It can be a killer.
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