Likarnya

Was in the hospital last week for surgery. I was pleasantly surprised. Luxurious renovation, beautiful chambers, lifts work. Got to lunch - everything is not as bad as I imagined. Head department Glushchenko N.I. special thanks a lot. Doctor with a capital letter.

That is what is being treated.

Let's leave a speech about the fact that the walls will cloud, unsanitary conditions and bribery as in many hospitals and we will pass to the professionalism of doctors. I had pain in the chest, although I do not do physical exercises. Sometimes it was aching or harsh regardless of the circumstances. The first neuropathologist sent me to another, who is in the third floor. She looked at me like a moron and gave me a glance to understand that he himself must know what hurts me and how to treat it. In the end, she told me to go to the therapist on the same floor. The therapist ignored me, then as if the king turned and asked why I came and who sent me to him. After I told him everything, I got an answer in the form - I'm not involved here, go to a neurologist. I also looked to the oculist, where I was also naughty, and when asked where to wait for the doctor in the corridor or in the office with pathos, they were told to give the outer clothing to the wardrobe and only then return, as if I was being scolded by a schoolboy. Given that it is cold there and I kept some of the important documents in my jacket, it was impossible to give it, provided that they, as always, are not responsible for the preservation of things. He came with a cheerful mood, a problem with vision and chest pain, and left without answers, examinations and with the same problems. If you die and cause this will be a pain in your chest - you can safely blame the hospital. And yes, I did not find a dressing room, for the first time in five years I was in that hospital. He did not write a complaint, it had long been all his own, and even with me the doctor greeted the dirty worker and continued to sit on, sit back, not washing his hands.