"K Medicine" is a multidisciplinary family clinic where both
"K Medicine" – a multidisciplinary family clinic reviews
Reviews about "K Medicine" – a multidisciplinary family clinic
Pretty decent clinic. Inside is clean, comfortable, the staff is friendly, the doctors are competent. Prices correspond to the quality of service.
Good clinic. Near the metro, clean, comfortable, no crowds. Was on reception at the gynecologist. Everything is fine, listened, gave directions,
The prices are adequate. Recommend!
Hell exists. This is the clinic of Medicina JSC. This review was written for a very long time. I didn’t want to throw out emotions, I wanted to lay everything out simply understandable and warn other people who might be in our place.
The review is long, so the spoiler – RUN. THIS HELL AND IT EXISTS.
Spoiler 2 – for the entire review
less than 1.5 months we left about 2.5 million rubles in the clinic (they burn with fire, of course, it's not about them)
I’ll make a reservation right away, we will talk about the clinic “Medicine” (I didn’t have to deal with the clinic, I think, for the better. But I can’t say).
When the question arose of where to put dad, our doctor recommended us 2 options: "Medicine" and EMC.
Dad hated hospitals, it was this circumstance that became decisive – a “hotel-type” hospital, “not wards but rooms”, “European quality” blah blah blah.
In fact, the rooms and food are all at the 4+ level. True, at the same time, in the hospital and intensive care unit (yes, in intensive care!) In the evening or on the weekend there may not be shoe covers, one weekend in the “clean shoe covers” container for three days there was a discarded glass of coffee.
About the medical staff and the atmosphere: a harpist plays on the ground floor (harpist, Karl!), but in the clinic itself, the following is happening:
1. Part of the medical staff of the hospital (out of about 1/3 we met) does not have not only the necessary qualifications (about some the question seriously arose – do they have a medical education in principle or even though the ban is at the level of 7 seasons of Dr. House) – they do not know how (without exaggeration ) to give injections, they leave with the phrase “Right now (the spelling and punctuation of the author) I’ll come” and disappear for 30-40 minutes, while they are looking for someone who can.
2. At the request to call the doctor on duty with a sharp deterioration in the condition, she waited for him for 2 hours (he didn’t come, because “everything is clear anyway”)
3. After being transferred from the hospital to the intensive care unit, I asked how is his condition? I got the answer as you can see. And I'm sorry, I can't see it. I'm not a doctor at all
4. Part four. Sanation. We had a tracheostomy (such a tube to breathe is cut into the trachea and helps the patient to breathe easier, and the medical staff to clean (sanitize) the lungs from sputum. Here it is separately: 70 percent of the hospital staff do not know how to do this. There are no such problems in intensive care, maybe apparently all the patients there are like that, but in the hospital it’s a circus from “yes it’s necessary to go dry” (in general, they fill in saline, thin the sputum and then suck it out with a hose) to “what can’t you do yourself ?!” to the nurse (private) and me.At the same time, the sanitation procedure itself is hellishly painful and its incorrect implementation is painful! And besides, the risk of infection is huge, but the medical staff (I would not call them that, of course)
5. There are hospital nurses, 24 hours you are paid (16 tr per day) and 24 hours it turns out to be one nurse for 3 wards. You will learn nothing, by the way, in fact, without finding a nurse with your patient.
6. The most painful for me. We were in oncology. At the stage when they realized that everything was not very rosy. Dad was in pain, as expected. Anesthesia (who knows cancer patients will understand). When dad started in severe pain and he was writhing in a frying pan, we could wait an hour for pain relief. Walked, called, reminded. And he endured ((((More than 2 months have passed, and this picture is still standing before my eyes. Every injection, procedure, manipulation and sneeze of the medical staff is all paid. We did not ask for something free, but even though you you ask for a paid service (I will explain, not in excess of the prescribed rate, not additionally, not something forbidden, but simply to give the prescribed injection of the prescribed drug now, and not when you want (just like it, so we had the injection at 9 pm, for example, but they came to inject at 9:30 or 10) to relieve the pain of a dear person, no one cares. And once they told me, well, what are you going through there, these are phantom pains (.) in a severe (as we were called in the clinic itself) cancer patient they have phantom pains. I can never forget and forgive myself. That we ended up in this damned place.