They were lying with hepatitis A
The department is very good. All the medical staff is polite, all the nurses are too. The rooms are clean and tidy.
The doctor came, explained everything and told me. Of the cons, food, but as I understand it, there is a special diet.
The only chatterbox where the linen was changed!!! We lay there for 19 days, we were exactly changed 4 times.
We were with a 3-year-old child with pneumonia. We were put in a ward in the general ward, where there were 2-year-old kids and the elderly about 60. It doesn't matter what day you stay there, the new ones will be moved in. The stench is impossible. It smells like a toilet and sweat. The doctor listened to everyone with a device that was not processed in any way. I am a mother of three children, I had a chance to lie in different hospitals and conditions, but in our modern civilized world, when there is an opportunity to film everything, to complain that we came with a check, it feels like everyone doesn't care about this institution, starting with our government, the chief doctor, and ending with the medical staff. What can I say, it's a pity. No, it's very strange. When I got into such conditions, I was overwhelmed by wild fear and helplessness. I wanted to run away and carry the child away, and not get qualified help.
My grandson and I were lying in the 5th ward in February. The doctor who treated us is a good specialist, as it turned out later, she is the head of the department, but I can't help but mention some shortcomings. There are two small kettles with water in the department, in which there was enough water until the evening, another time to drink a pill, there was no opportunity, we went to the post, the nurses told us that there would be water in the morning when the kitchen opens. Further, before our discharge, a woman of retirement age was put in our ward, she had a erysipelas on her leg, liquid was flowing from her leg and this liquid was on the floor in the ward down the aisle and in the toilet, it was not pleasant to stand on the floor in slippers, slippers stuck, and children, 5 years old, were lying in the ward for a minute my grandson, a boy of 7 years old and a girl of 13 years old. The floors in the ward were wiped (since I can't say that they were washed) once a day, the web in the right corner near the window probably still hangs in the second ward, because judging by its size it has been there for at least a month. The day of discharge broke all records, I had to pay money for my stay in the hospital, I applied to the post, they sent me to the head nurse, so that she would calculate for me how much I needed to pay, I went to her office 6 times, but I never managed to see her. She was also not in the department, where she was, the story is silent about this, she asked the nurses at the post, they also did not know where the person was from 10.30 to 12.45? One of the nurses decided to call her and she replied that she had lunch, then the same nurse took responsibility to pay me the amount that I had to pay, I counted incorrectly one day more than I was supposed to, I proved to her that we went to bed at about one o'clock in the morning, but she did not hear me, opened her notebook and it was written that we went to bed not on the 13th, but on the 12th, apparently we were registered in a half-asleep state. I went to pay (since they did not give me the discharge and clothes without payment), but when the doctor gave me the discharge, and it was 02/13/2024, we went to the hospital, I went to the post to give the receipt and pick up the clothes, at that time apparently the doctor called them at the post to be counted, they I was counted and offered to go to the cashier again for a refund, I asked them to give me clothes, but I did not go to the cashier for the second time with a 5-year-old child, why can't the senior nurse be obliged to take payment at the department, and then hand over the money to the cashier? By the way, they did not give us a certificate to the kindergarten that he could attend a children's institution, we turned to the local outpatient clinic, and they told us that no one even called them that we were in the hospital, and they should have given us a certificate at the hospital, but thanks to the doctor from our outpatient clinic, we received a certificate I wrote and we didn't have to drive 55 km in one direction, once again to the hospital. I have not seen such an outrage in any hospital, although I have been in almost all hospitals in the city.