This might very well be a dead horse. And I’m going to beat it one more time, in what I hope is the LAST time. In fact, I wasn’t going to write another post on the chiropractic Maximized Living franchise, but I do feel I might need to clarify and reiterate a few items, in response to some of the themes of feedback I’ve gotten on my previous posts on this subject.
Day 2 consists of the x-ray findings and first adjustment. Of course, the doc has reviewed the x-rays and mentions that s/he is concerned. The patient, of course, has vertebral subluxation, which is one of the “worst kinds” of problems.
Today, I received one of the coolest comments. It’s the entire script leaked by a former Maximized Living doctor who turned against them and released the proprietary scripts they furnish their franchisees (the doctors).
Unfortunately, I can’t post it, because the last blogger who did immediately (and unfortunately) got his entire blog yanked out from under him in the midst of a lawsuit launched by none other than Maximized Living themselves.
A colleague of mine posed the question, “what are some alternative options in regards to processing credit card payments? Most of my patients pay with credit cards and I’m trying to minimize costs.”
I can absolutely empathize. In fact, I was asking the same question a little over a year ago. As a former Licensed Massage Therapist (LMT) with a private practice based out of a home studio, my clients didn’t expect me to be set up to accept credit cards and they were happy to pay by cash or check.
And I enjoyed the the simplicity and reduced overhead of not having to deal with Visa or Mastercard. No contracts, no reports, no percentages, no hidden fees, no terminals, no chargebacks, no nothing. It was lovely. But…
In the last post, I shared a Maximized Living experience from a friend and fellow healthcare practitioner. (She’s not a DC herself.) As her story unfolded, she described a franchise with extremist views and outlandish claims. Apparently, things haven’t changed much…
Here’s our personal story of our own brush with this outfit from years ago:
Chiropractic is a phenomenal healing science. It’s also an art. (Repeat after me: it’s a science first; art and philosophy tie for distant second. But I digress.)
I know there are a bunch of disillusioned naysayers who failed in practice (most likely because they also fail in personality and possibly other attributes as well). They’ve even set up their own little boys’ club-like internet discussion forums devoted solely to sitting around blaming chiropractic itself for the doctors’ inability to succeed. Rest assured that as critical as I am of certain practitioners and philosophies, I’m not one of those people.
However, sometimes this Eeyore camp raises some damn good points.
And sometimes, these points are thorns in the chirovangelist’s ribs.
I had a blast in clinic. Make no mistake, it was not all rosy and smooth all the time. In fact, like many of my classmates, I got kind of a rocky start. At first, it seemed dismal and I was concerned that I’d never make it on time.
Indeed, a year seems like plenty of time. But let’s face it, you also have a lot to do. In my day, this consisted of: 200 adjustments, 24 exams, 35 physical rehab therapy treatments, 10 new patient recruits (not readily-available information; they wait to disclose this until you’ve already enrolled), 30-35 x-ray reports (during a 2-week rotation), and a gazillion QAs. Indeed, you’re up against the clock and if you want to graduate on time, you better haul some butt.