Originally posted by lynn cates
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Of course, the whole thing could just be phrased oddly. Like if "clot" didn't mean what it means. Today, it means either a clot in the blood, or a clot of blood that is a dried mass of blood and sometimes tiny vessels on the outside of a blood vessel. If the meant a congealed mass of blood in a certain potion of the brain, well, that's not a clot. That's one of a number of other things that were known at the time. I don't know why a doctor would use a medical term in a descriptive sense, as opposed to the medical sense, but weirder things have happened.
But let's face it. Polly's booze was either beer or gin. I doubt she could even get inebriated from beer anymore, which leaves gin. Now I admittedly have a very sensitive nose when it comes to booze, but I can smell gin my dad has spilled and cleaned up a full day earlier. Cause that stuff smells awful. It's like turpentine. I would be astonished if someone could not smell the gin in a freshly opened stomach, and the gin had been there within 36 hours. And you can only imagine how bad "Blue Ruin" smelled.
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