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Portal de PacientesThe new application of the Hospital Italiano de Buenos Aires is oriented to provide information and the ability to self-manage the health of patients seen at the Hospital tool. Here you can find useful information and enter the Personal Health Portal.The Personal Health Portal is available to all persons who are registered in the Italian Hospital, regardless of coverage they have.Through this portal, patients can access personalized information about your health and your famil -
I remember the exact moment my old running shoes betrayed me. It was a crisp Tuesday morning, the kind that promises personal bests and endorphin highs, but as I pushed through the final kilometer of my interval training, the sole of my left shoe decided to partially detach with a sickening flap-flap-flap rhythm that mocked my fading stamina. I'm not just talking about inconvenience; I'm talking about that soul-crushing realization that your gear is holding you back from the athlete you aspire t -
Rain lashed against the Amsterdam tram windows like angry fists, blurring the neon signs into watery smears as I pedaled harder. My bike’s rusty chain screamed in protest—I’d ignored that squeak for weeks, too busy chasing client deadlines to care. Then came the SUV’s horn, a brutal shriek cutting through the storm, and the world flipped. One moment I was weaving through cyclists; the next, my face slammed wet asphalt, metallic blood flooding my mouth. Strangers’ voices buzzed like wasps: "Ambul -
Sweat prickled my collar as the client drummed his fingers on the conference table. "We need this quote finalized before I leave," he snapped, glancing at his Rolex. Across from me, junior sales rep Emma had gone pale, her pen hovering over a notepad already scarred with frantic calculations. Two years ago, this scene would've ended with mumbled apologies and a lost contract. But today, my thumb brushed against my phone's cracked screen protector – and salvation glowed in my palm. -
Rain lashed against my windshield as the angry blare of horns sliced through the storm. I’d frozen at a yellow diamond sign showing two arrows merging—was it yield or accelerate? My hesitation caused a near-collision, with furious drivers swerving around me. That shrill symphony of car horns didn’t just echo in the intersection; it rattled my confidence as a driver of 15 years. Later, soaked and shaking in my parked car, I stared at the steering wheel. How could something as fundamental as road -
My eyelids felt like sandpaper as the third consecutive 3am notification screamed into the darkness. Another server cluster had flatlined in Frankfurt while my San Francisco team slept obliviously. That familiar acid taste of panic rose in my throat as I fumbled across three different apps - Slack for incident alerts, WhatsApp for German colleagues, email for executives. My thumb trembled violently when I accidentally archived the critical database recovery file while switching between tabs. In -
My cheeks still burn remembering that university open day disaster. I'd volunteered for bag checks, eager to help - until a chirpy grandmother sailed past my station with knitting needles protruding from her tote like antennae. "Oh, just my arthritis grips, dear!" she smiled while campus police later confiscated them beside the chemistry lab. That humiliation clung like cheap cologne as I downloaded I Am Security at 3 AM, vowing never to be fooled again. -
That Tuesday morning on the downtown express, I caught my reflection in the subway window - a sad photocopy of last month's outfit repeating like bad déjà vu. My wool coat swallowed me whole while commuters flaunted spring pastels that mocked my winter-worn wardrobe. Then I saw her: fingers dancing across a vibrant emerald screen showcasing leather crossbody bags that seemed to pulse with Madrid's energy. "¿Dónde compraste eso?" I blurted, forgetting all subway etiquette. Her knowing smile as sh -
Rain lashed against my office window as I stared at the pixelated passport scan – the third failed upload this hour. Another client onboarding hung in limbo because of bloody identity verification. My fingers actually trembled with rage when the ancient banking portal spat back ERROR CODE 47. This wasn't just bureaucracy; it was digital torture. Every fintech project I'd consulted on crashed against the same rocks: clunky Know Your Customer processes that treated legitimate users like criminals -
The third step always catches me. Every Tuesday, hauling groceries up to my fourth-floor walk-up, that sharp gasp claws at my throat between staircases. Last month, halfway up, the world tilted – knuckles white on the banister, lungs burning like I’d swallowed broken glass. In that dizzy panic, fumbling for my phone, I remembered the tiny sensor buried in my gym bag: MIR SMART ONE’s cold metal disc, a forgotten gift from my pulmonologist. I slapped it against my sternum, Bluetooth crackling to l -
Rain lashed against the hospital window as I stared at the IV drip, each falling droplet mocking my marathon dreams. Three weeks earlier, I'd been pounding Central Park's reservoir loop when my legs simply… quit. Not the familiar burn of lactic acid, but a terrifying system shutdown – muscles locking mid-stride, vision graying at the edges. The diagnosis? Severe overtraining compounded by chronic sleep debt. My Garmin showed perfect zone training; my body screamed betrayal. That's when Noah, my -
That humid Tuesday afternoon, sweat trickled down my neck before I even knew disaster struck. My basement server rack - housing three years of client archives - was cooking itself alive while I obliviously watered geraniums upstairs. The temperature graphs flatlined hours ago, but I'd missed the silent death of my monitoring sensors. Only when the acrid smell of melting plastic hit did I realize my entire backup ecosystem was seconds from becoming expensive slag. -
OHGOWelcome, smart traveler. The Ohio Department of Transportation's OHGO App is your official source for real-time Ohio traffic updates. Get customized notifications on traffic, construction, weather, and other incidents affecting your route. Check traffic speed conditions, view live images from an -
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Symptom & Mood TrackerBearable is a symptom and mood tracking application designed to help individuals manage their well-being effectively. Available for the Android platform, Bearable allows users to log their mood and symptoms conveniently, making it easier for them to focus on improving their hea -
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ZatmobileZatmobile is a powerful mobile application for use by parking enforcement operatives.Zatmobile allows your operatives to gather parking charge information along with photographs to the Zatpark parking administration system. It will also enable the printing of tickets using selected Zebra printers on site or alternatively, it will send the vehicle data back to Zatpark so that parking notices can be mailed out centrally.Important: this app will require an active account with the Zatpark -
Minnesota 511Minnesota 511 is the Minnesota Department of Transportation's traveler information resource. The 511MN app provides statewide, real-time traffic information for Minnesota highways and interstates, including:- Hands-free, audio notifications of traffic events while you drive- Zoom-enabled map with selectable event icons- Near real-time updates on winter road conditions, traffic incidents, and road closures- Roadwork and construction- Travel time delays associated with traffic reports -
Dust coated my gear bag as I glared at the stagnant lake. Third weekend in a row. I'd driven ninety minutes through dawn's purple haze only to find water smoother than my grandmother's antique mirror. My knuckles turned white gripping the steering wheel - that familiar cocktail of gasoline expenses and crushed hope burning my throat. Last summer's failed expeditions haunted me: unpacking sails in parking lots while watching leaves tremble with more movement than the air. I'd become a meteorologi