So I’m going to the doctor’s for a routine visit. I’m a bit late and had to park a block or so away, I practically run the distance to the office. I check in at the front desk, turn to take my place behind a 1999 copy of Sunset magazine, when the doctor’s assistant calls my name. She leads me into a small room and takes my blood pressure (BP). She gets a reading of 196 over 95. ” A bit high”, she says.
>a href=”http://www.blood-pressure.co.il/nartn/Whos-Taking-Your-Blood-Pressure-Seriously.html”>Continued at Who’s Taking Your Blood Pressure — Seriously?
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