When the “last resort clinic” is the only one that actually works

Naturally, the question is, why not go to the therapy clinic that actually solves your problem in the first place? Yes it’s hard to know which one of the 200 you should go to, but most people just trust their doctor when they recommend someone, and rightly so. They probably do know more about health and wellness than the average joe (but I’d argue that sometimes too..) However, this is where medical ethics comes into play. More and more corporations and hospitals have in-house services, meaning the medical industry is pretty much becoming a system analogous to walmart – it’s a one-stop shop. You can get all that you need in one place. It’s efficient, inexpensive, and of “good enough quality to pass”. The latter element is where this ideology doesn’t really work with healthcare. Sure, if you get an T-shirt that may get holes in it after 1 month of wear, that’s not a big deal, but our bodies can’t be dealt with the same way.
If a clinic KNOWS they will get referrals because they are in “the system”, and the general doctor will recommend patients to the clinic regardless of the high quality expertise or exceptional success rate, then by nature, their motivation to offer the best quality over other clinics will plummet – it’s human nature! You could almost say it’s like in communism there is no motivation to plow one’s own field because they’d have to give it up to “common good” anyways.
Unfortunately this is where we are heading in the USA.. and I’ve been lucky enough to find an independent small business that will refuse to “attach” themselves to a bigger master of medicine system. They will not throw away the ethics of medical practice. But sadly, many small businesses have to face the choice to join or to go under. The only thing that keeps them going is the high quality of service and results for which patients refer others to the clinic.
The bottom line: chances are if a doctor refers you to a therapist, they probably are not the best one you can go to. Honest customer reviews are the best way to know what clinic actually attains results and provide the highest quality service.

In my case, I only found them because trying 3-4 other places, nothing seemed to hit the root cause of my back pain.. and thus it is “the last resort” clinic, and so far it has been anything but a waste of time. In just 6 treatments and a home program of 3 stretches to do 5 times a day, my pain has decreased and I’m on my way to getting this pesky back ache out the door.

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Adventurous Young Mazamas Winter Weekend

Someone told me about this group in September; that they do climbs, outdoor training classes, etc. Then recently a friend emailed me an opportunity to go out with this group to their lodge for 2 nights costing $79 for members, $99 for non members. I thought to myself, hmm, 2 nights stay at a lodge with a bunch of 20-30 somes who like to go out in the snow and snowshoe, ski, throw snowballs, make igloos, sled in the pitch dark, and play boardgames for hours in front of a roaring fire.. only for $100. Man that’s worth it! And it was. Here are a couple of snapshots.

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If ever in Bordeaux, France and need something to do…

Do this scavenger hunt (Just found this on my hard drive and thought I’d share it :) )

SCAVENGER HUNT BORDEAUX, FR | BY ILDIKÓ TÓTH AND COTY HUFFMAN
DIRECTIONS: Take photos or answer questions without the use of the internet!

1) According to TBC, how much time should you calculate per station on the TRAM to find out how long it will take to get to your destination?

2) What is in the angel’s right hand at the top of the Monument de Girondins?

3) Get a picture of a skater at the Skatepark.
4) How many arches is the bridge of Pierre composed of?

5) How many stairs in the tower of Pey-Berland?

6) What is the worst time to visit any church in Bordeaux?

7) Take a picture of your favorite gargoyle on the church of Saint-André.
8 ) Take a picture of an Airbus airplane.
9) What is the church of St. Remy currently used for?

10) What is the animal on the seal of the city of Bordeaux (not the family seal)?

11) Take a picture of a French flag.
12) At which hotel can tourists not stay at?

13) What is the time and age limit on the self-cleaning toilets?

14) What street is the name of a main street that is named after an American president?

15) Take home a map of Bordeaux.

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Aug 20 – The Adventure on Gellérthegy

Erzsebet híd at dusk
Fireworks over Budapest
Fireworks on Gellerthegy
Muddy feet

During the day, we must have walked a marathon, but I think we did see most of Budapest’s central area. Since it was the 20th – Hungary’s national holiday – most of the city was closed to cars, leaving wide avenues open for people to walk on. We left for Gellérthegy about 1 hour before the firework display, intending to take a bus to the bottom of the hill, then walk the stairs to the top. Well.. bus was a brilliant idea – shouldn’t I have thought of the fact that if the street is closed off, clearly the buses wouldn’t be running? So instead, we walked about 20 minutes to the bottom of the hill; I wasn’t too worried – it wouldn’t take us more than half an hour to get up to the top… at least not on a normal day.
We get to the bottom of the hill, and get blocked by police saying we weren’t allowed to go up those specific stairs, and have to go around. OK. Fine. Around we go, taking the first left up, and see that it just leads us to the top of the “forbidden stairs”, where there are in fact people sitting and waiting for the show. Well… that was pointless. We try to go farther, run into further blockade, and taking about 3 or 4 of these detours, always turning back and taking side stairs the other way in order to avoid the cop-block, we end up on a path, where there are police further right and left (so they couldn’t see us yet..). Straight ahead: a steep hill. Well.. offroad it is… climbing up, we ran into yet another blockade – this time a natural one: muddy ground.
This is when it hit me: While crossing the Chainbridge during the day, it appeared that there was some sort of giant water sprinkler system watering the hill during the day. Why? That answer came to me then: they were firing fireworks off the hill as well – and it was merely a precaution against any kind of explosive going off and causing a forest fire.
Climbing up, it was like swimming through mud – I only had flip-flops on initially, but by the end, I had a flashlight on my head, flip flops on my hands, feet bare, climbing up on all fours to avoid slipping into the dark chasm below us. My x-flatmate was on my right, doing the same thing, but had slightly better shoes, and a wine bottle in his hand – which he cleverly used as a pickax, striking it into the mud for more stability. I had this vision of this being like a chase, where police are climbing up behind us, trying to make us stop; our hearts were already pumping, faces probably beet-red, sweating.. Tom telling me: “This better be worth it at the top…” I kept checking my watch to make sure we weren’t going to miss the whole thing bushwacking our way up the mudslide-hill. It even crossed my mind that maybe they sprayed water all the way over on this side (the fireworks were to be shot off the other side of the hill), in order to keep troublemakers like us from climbing up.
Not too much later, we saw the light at the end of the tunnel: both of us huffing, puffing, half-laughing, half crying with relief, we get up to some concrete stairs which lead to the top of the hill overlooking the city.
We even had about 10 minutes to spare. In the end – I think it was worth it: cloudless sky, sunset still illuminating the bottom of the sky, the city lit up, fireworks exploding in front, and from behind… If I recall correctly, even Tom, who is very hard to impress let out a couple sighs of awe.

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Aug. 19 – Felkészülés nemzeti ünnepre Budapesten

Táborbol könnyes szemekkel távoztam, fuvart Iringó és barátja kedvesen nyujtott nekem. Keleti Pályaudvarban letettek (persze ott maradt a kulacsom nagy sietsegben, de jo oka venni még egyet, szerintem már jo penészkert volt a tetejében, hiába sikáltam, a fekete maradványai mindig ott tündöklöttek.) Majd átvágtam a pu-on, nézve az időt, még kb 1 és fél óra mig megjön a Franciaországban volt Cseh szobatársam. Gondoltam, perfekt, addig átmegyek az Andris lakásába, ott van meg egy böröndöm, esetleg zuhanyozok (ez eléggé prioritás volt a fejemben, hiszen már 10 napja nem voltam zuhany alatt, es a hajmosást is amit lerendeztem tabor utolso napján az utolso kiöntendő ivóvizzel- azt hogy hová öncsem es mire lehet hasznalni nem szabták meg- csak annyit csinált, hogy az elso réteg koszt lemosta a fejemről). Aztán kinyomtatok valami program infot a holnapi napra. Ekkor írt nekem Tomas, hogy kesik, en meg visszairtam, hogy ok, s mit szól ahhoz hogy menjunk gyogyfurdobe vagy ma vagy holnap este. Erre visszaír, hogy “Ehhh…nem hoztam fürdőgatyát.” Prima. Nekem nagyon mehetnékem volt egy gyógyfürdőbe, ezért írtam, hogy most megyek neki talalni egy furdőgatyát, amire irja, hogy “sok szerencsét, tudod hogy nagyon válogatós vagyok…” s erre meg en: nem erdekel ha nem teteszik neked, azt fogod hordani amit veszek… Rohangálva 2, 3 üzletbe: használt ruha üzletbe, sarki kis rongyturkálóba, aztán komolyan tiszta utolsó percben találtam egyet, 5 percel mielött a ferfi bolt bezárt. Egy “s” méretet vettem, csak ránézésre, utolsó példányt. Késöbb kiderült, hogy tökéletesen ráfért. Azt hiszem tehetségem van erre – a hosszú bevásárlások nekem nem sikerürlnek, csak amikor bemegyek, s 2 perc mulva a szerzett holmival a kezemben kisétálok.

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Aug 18 – Utolsó Tábori este a MCSSZ-által tervezett VVK-n

Aznap letettem 3 irott vizsgát, vizen bojázás pályát kajakkal, kenuval, egyedül, aztán Iringóval kettesben, vízböl mentést Kenuval, dobozsákkal partrol mentést, s ezután 4 szóbeli vizsgát is – ezek egész estig tartottak amig szungyogfészek költözött a fejünkre, ezen át is kelett gondolkozni.
De a felkészülés, éjszakai tanulás, napi öt orás kajak/kenu edzések csak gyümölcsöt produkáltak, mind ezen tulesve, már a 2 perces víz szuneteket megszokva (amiben megvolt a pisilés is), s napi száz egy-más szóviccektöl hasongurulásos nevetést tulélve, következett a “lelki” tisztulás.
Már két napja dolgoztak a törzsi tagok valami gödör-kunyhón nem messze a tábortol – ennek a célját csak ma este tudtuk meg. Vacsora után elküldtek minket fürdőruhát felvenni, s sorakozni a kunyhó elött. Kiderült, hogy belülről hársfa levelekkel, kivülről vastag vászonal bevont, folyóparton talált nagy kövekkel meg izzó parázzsal fütött természetes szaunát készitettek számunkra. Beültünk hatan, s egy csodás 20 percet töltöttünk oda bent. Először is, elképesztő ötlet megvalositását éltünk át, hársfa illatal teli forró levegőben tisztultunk meg, körbe adva egy csésze vizet, hogy potolhassuk az elveszitett vizet amit időközben kiizzadtunk.
E-20 perc után irány volt a hüvös duna. Mindenki párolgott a hirtelen hő változástol.
Törülközés után tényleg olyan puha, kipihentek tünt a testem, csak mosolyogni tudtam. Ezután az elme-tisztitás következett. 20 percet kiküldtek a folyó partra, elmélkedni. Kőre ülve kinéztem, a holdfeny elöttem, vissza verte a víz, körülöttem ezer bogár nyüzsgött, némely ciripelve, mas a vízfelületén siklodva, békák brekegése közepén, én is probáltam beleolvadni mint rész ennek a természetes, életdús világnak.
Ezek után mindenki hajófedélzeten megkapta a kék-fehér csíkos emléknyakkendőjét. Ezek után ünnepi desszert várt ránk: pudding és gyümölcskompót. Nem is tudom hány ora volt, de már ugy éreztem hogy lassan kikapcsol az agyam, mindegy milyen pozicióban vagyok. Szerintem már aludtam mielött a fejem párnához ért, de az biztos, hogy egy széles mosoly volt az arcomon.
Milyen is lessz majd visszalépni civilizációba?

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Some thoughts about the #1 High School in the US: TJHSST

I went there.

At first it is a revolting idea to start something very different than what “the norm” is, but eventually – if it works – enough people catch on and that becomes the norm, the old becoming outdated….

At TJ, we aren’t afraid to try the new, to push ourselves beyond what is the “average”. In fact, we have created a new “Average”, which has been defined at TJHSST, so growing up in that environment puts the expectation on the whole lot. It is those we search to admit into the school, who will live up to that “average”, and not be happy with the “norm” in America.

Other schools sometimes call us snobs, “We think we are better than everyone else,” But if you consider it from a certain standpoint, isn’t it true? Outscoring the US average on every test, we get told about a state test the day before – because that test is for the average, not the above average. We have our own tests, our own bars to set. Those people who think we are snobs are only jealous of our tireless effort and drive to be the best.

But, if we didn’t “act” like snobs, maybe it would help.. so instead of creating a fence around our school, we could let the culture pass to bordering schools. All that defines TJHSST, is driven by the students, followed by the teachers. New teachers learn how to teach as we “command” them, they learn how to adapt. It is the students who are in power, just as Thomas Jefferson imagined the US to be – governed by it’s people. I think the next step should be the students having a say in what teachers to hire, having actual students interview potential teachers.

Coming out of the school, every student knows what hard work is, and respects those who also engage in hard work, rather than becoming jealous at their collegue’s success (after they work harder than they do). If you invest time in something, it is surely to succeed, but you have to have patience and believe.

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Welcome to Portland, Keepin’ it Weird

Note to self: Thursday night is a bad night to go out if you have work the next morning… in general, that is, but sometimes one needs to make sacrifices. And sometimes those sacrifices are actually worth it, given the experience one has.

Wow I’ve been writing way too many formal documents.. So. Yesterday was my cousin’s birthday. The day I flew to Portland, he picked me up, and asked me if I’d be DD (not drunk driver, but designated driver…) for his birthday. At that point, I was well rested, happy, ready to start work, excited for new things. Didn’t even think about it, said sure, no problem.

Had I thought ahead of time, I would have realized that his birthday is on a Thursday, and he’d want to go out Thursday night. Seems normal, right. Here’s the catch: Thursday != Friday => If I go partying Thursday night, I still have work the next day, and like every other day of the week, I have to wake up at 6am.

So being DD.. means I got home at about 2:30am, went to bed at 3 and got about 3 hours of sleep, and then expected to function the next day. For those people that may not have jumped to this highly intuitive conclusion: BAD IDEA.
But I was willing to make a sacrifice for my cousin, and said, ok, I’ll survive.
And I think It was totally worth it. The experience I had was one synonymous to the title: a kind of taste of night life to Portland, OR, where I finally understand this bumper sticker: “Keepin’ Portland Weird”

Here is the highlight of last night’s adventures:

After going to a conveyor-belt sushi bar, another bar with a lot of game tables, and a dance club called “Dirty”, the token gay guy in our group said: “We need somewhere better,” not that we hadn’t bar-hopped enough already.

We leave the dance club, and walk down the street, passing an outside courtyard area that slightly caught our attention: an outdoor tent area with a “pen” of feathers and mattresses where they had hired three girls dressed in cheer-leader-like clothes who were clearly supposed to be emulating a pillow fight in the middle of a ring of guys.. however, there was no one in there and the girls were obviously bored out of their minds :D [weird point no 1]

So here comes [weird point no. 2-infinity] Walking further, i look ahead, and spot a sign in front of a club saying “Female Impersonators”.. think to myself out loud, “what the heck are female impersonators??” The guy i was walking next to just gave me an amused look, and laughed: “..You’ll see :D , ” Ah so that’s where we are going! o_O As we get closer, we start passing more and more people where their genders were highly questionable – in both directions.. females that looked quite convincing, but there was just something not right: large cheekbones, enormous bone structure, fake hair… It’s like spotting a phishing email: if only one thing looks wrong, it’s not necessarily a phish, only if multiple things just create a picture of, oh this can’t be true…and of course, there were slightly smaller stature male-looking females running around everywhere.

We get to the door, and approach the bouncer (I was of course fumbling around my purse trying to find my ID again.. I’ve never used the card so many times..). After checking it with a cursory glance, he takes this huge stamp and infects my right wrist with these words: “Great Dye Job!” LOL. Rainbows to the max..

And inside: dance floor, bar, coat check, tables… all normal.. but they might very well have been upside down, because the inhabitants of this bar completely turned what is considered normality in the normal society, completely upside-down. Groups of these female impersonators dancing like it was no tomorrow, as well as hipster-dressed males.. there was barely one human in there that looked “normal”..

Well, at least gay guy was happy :) I just tried absorbing this scene, and truly enjoyed watching all the weirdness that Portland had offered in just 1 night…

Of course that doesn’t mean I didn’t hate myself the next morning, but the experience was definitely worth it.

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Intel Interview

Friday the 17th of June. Woke up at 6am for the 8am interview. First half of the day was filled with 3 interviews: a behavioral one, a technical one, and a decision-making one. Met with 5 different people. For lunch, they took me out for lunch at a Tai restaurant, brilliantly choosing two younger people to take me out. They told me “now is the time you can ask us any questions you wouldn’t want to ask the ‘older guys’” Then we somehow ended up talking about hunting for about 20 minutes.
I was feeling pretty good until lunch, and through it too, but afterwards I felt the worst jet lag come on, coming from Toulouse, where they are on GMT+1, and I was in time zone GMT-8. For mathematically challenged (or if you’re just lazy), that’s 9 hrs of change, effects made “better” by the food being digested in my stomach. On the ride back, I nearly fell asleep in the back seat of the guy’s car, and felt like I was dreaming walking back into the building. I made myself the biggest cup of coffee I have ever made in my life.. since I don’t drink coffee.. it was supposed to make me feel back to normal. haha. more like drugged up.
The afternoon was rounded off by 2 other interviews, during which I hoped I was at least somewhat coherent. Looking around me in the canteen (that’s where all of the interview was held – and I even mentioned to the interviewers how nontraditional that was, but cool.. it made the whole experience less nerve-wracking and more natural, they just said they ran out of conference rooms ..), there were about a dozen other interviews going on just in the one section of the room I was in.
During my bathroom break before the last interview, I walked by an interview pair, where the interviewee looked like he was minorly constipated, he was so nervous. Also, the contrast between the interviewer and the interviewee was huge, the younger, new grad-looking interviewee in a tie and crispy white shirt, dress pants, shiny shoes. The interviewer, older, slightly weathered guy, no tie, comfy pants, relaxed posture.. It was quite amusing to watch.
At the end of the questions, I was lead out by the last interviewer, a very intelligent but kind of quiet Indian lady. Collapsing on a stone bench a little off to the side of the entrance, I breathed hard, heaving kind of a sigh of relief, whew, it’s over.. now the wait begins.

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Life goes on, with a little bit of luck

Yesterday I had this great idea to go biking into Washington DC from near Dulles Airport, a distance of about 38 km / 24 miles. I had been hungry for some exercise after a seven hour plane ride from London, and thought it would be practical since my sister who is living in DC wanted to hang out that afternoon. So why not, it’s only about a two hour ride granted we push through at a moderate pace. So I proposed the idea to my mom who had taken the day off to be with me, and since she’s just as crazy as me sometimes, said it was a great idea.
But… since I was only home for one day, we also just HAD to go berry picking beforehand. And of course on the way there, we ran into the main street of the US open for golf. Mr. Murphy played it well again.. this of course made our little trip out to the countryside a little more lengthy, resulting in a speed-picking of tart cherries and blueberries, but in the end were absolutely delicious, so worth the trouble :)
Afterwards, the ride to DC wasn’t too bad; I didn’t get really tired. We even switched bikes so that I got the one with more friction from the thicker mtn. bike wheels. Something cool: we were amongst the first bikers to cross a new bridge they opened up over I495, the beltway of Washington DC. That afternoon, we paddleboated with my sister, then went to a really good Indian restaurant for dinner. By 21h00, I was ready to collapse.. it hit me so fast. But I did have my reasons: biking, paddle boating, under the sun since 9h30 that morning resulting in a nice burn on my back, not to mention the jetlag from Europe. The thought that I still hadn’t packed my bag for my Interview/vacation in Oregon didn’t help my case. On the way home, I passed out in the car so much, that when I had to get out and walk up to my house, a bout of nausea hit me. I was literally sick from lack of sleep and energy. After a tablespoon of pure honey as a boost, I tried organizing myself (but I’m pretty sure my room looks like someone’s luggage exploded), packed my hiking bag with the most minimalistic packing I’ve ever done (I was not about to pay another $25 to get my bag checked), checked into my flight, and collapsed onto my bed, setting my alarm for 5am, probably three-quarters of the way asleep already.
My alarm was quite faithful, and started happily chirping precisely at 5 in the morning. Normally, one would think that sleeping some time, even as little as 4 hours would help, but waking up, nausea was once again making its rounds through my body…
Nevertheless, my mind felt sound, spirits up. On the way to the airport, the light outside was the most amazing I had seen in a while, the sun coming up at an angle it only does during the longest days of the year, shining towards a backdrop of dark clouds. All of a sudden, my father points to something in the sky. Looking towards his outreached finger, I caught glimpse of the most beautiful double rainbow illuminating the sky towards the airport. I said to myself: if this isn’t a sign of luck, I don’t know what is. I even snapped a picture of an airplane flying stright into the rainbow as we approached the airport. Absolutely stunning.

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