UKS - Klinik für Allgemeine Chirurgie, Viszeral-, Gefäß- und Kinderchirurgie

Great hospital.they speak in English or at least get me someone who can

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So far only positive experiences. Friendly and nice nursing staff and doctors. Even laypeople try hard to understand everything

On Wednesday, October 7th, 2020, I registered in building 57 surgery by appointment. This registration lasted until 3 p.m. in the afternoon. During that time I was rushed through the whole building several times to indicate four times that I (male) was not pregnant. Then I was finally allowed to go on dialysis. On foot, of course. Around 7.15 p.m. I walked back the 900 meters to finally get to my planned station around 7.30 p.m. Bed ready, think. The next day a colonoscopy should have been done, and on Fridays a hernia should have been operated and a peritoneal catheter removed. I refused the colonoscopy and the laxative after 11 hours without eating or drinking. After all, I have two days left without food. So they sent me home for Thursday. You need the bed in case of an emergency. So on Friday at 6.30 a.m. I had to start again for the operations. Obviously something went wrong with the anesthetic. At first I had terrible pain in my swollen hand with a needle. A lot more pain after the operation because the anesthesia was probably no longer sufficient. So they hastily shot four times. At some point in delirium, I ended up on my ward. Not long, because dialysis was due again. There was probably not much going on on Friday evening, and the exclusively young workforce was more in a party mood. Very loud conversation about ordering food. One of these ladies constantly propped herself up on my bed, which resulted in painful tremors every time. Stop freshly operated. At some point around 9.45 p.m. I was finally back in my room. There was even some supper. Unfortunately, the television was broken and it made loud noises even on stand-by. Nobody was able to switch off this device completely or to disconnect it from the mains (pull the plug) The day after the operation I noticed that neither blood pressure nor fever was measured. But at 8 o'clock a young male nurse came and pulled my covers away to get up. So far so good. Despite the pain, I made it. Unfortunately my blood circulation sagged and the nurse was unable to help me get back to bed. Then I did it myself with even more pain. The nurse then wanted to get a bowl of water for personal hygiene. This has not yet arrived. After all, I was covered up again four hours later. Because there was lunch now. Just stupid that I couldn't get the food because of my location. When the nurse asked about it, she pushed the bedside table a little closer to the bed, which unfortunately was still not enough. So lunch was only to be smelled. Dialysis should have started at 12 noon, but the transport didn't arrive until just before 3 p.m. Visiting time, just like the days before. Visitor was sent away. Now comes the bang. During the transport for dialysis with a bed, the good man managed to pull the gallows tree completely out of the bed anchorage and let it fall onto my fresh wound. Despite severe pain, I have now discharged myself from the hospital. I did not want to stay where you are not cared for, not fed, and where unnecessary severe pain is inflicted. Then it would be better to go home with a risk, or to a real hospital. Never again in Homburg.

My girlfriend was here twice and had to go home every time There were no beds available despite the appointment. She was not the only one because the patient cannot be notified by phone beforehand Is it a great cheek to fool the patient like that 😈😈😈