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The BatJay Medical Chronicles
Sunday, February 12, 2006
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY
Blood Pressure: 122 over 77
Pulse Rate: 91 pulses per minute
Weight: 203 lbs.
Blood Sugar: 136
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Day 1 of the BatJay Medical Chronicles
