I began my day in the hospital as usual. Being a respiratory therapist I was always looking for extra flow meters to connect patients up to oxygen. Many times they would be left in the room when patients were discharged. So I would go from room to room checking. As I stepped into the room I noticed the patient was connected to a catheter and the bag was filled with blood clots.  As I looked up I saw a middle aged lady lying there sobbing uncontrollably. I asked "Honey what is wrong?...
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