Wesley Emergency Centre

On what I thought was a not so special Thursday, my housemate comes home and tells me he is feeling a bit off. I offer him some tea and tuck him into bed, assuming that it will all get better. I tell him to let me know if he needs anything, anything at all…
Two hours later and there is a shallow knock on my bedroom door. My housemate is there nearly toppled over in pain and he shyly asks if I can drive him to the hospital. Of course I spring into action and me and my other housemate usher him straight into the car, blast some Florence and the Machine to make him feel better and take his mind of the pain, and drive to the Wesley Emergency.
I had never been to the Wesley before but luckily the good signage on Corronation Drive made the Emergency really easy to find. I dropped my housemate off (with my other housemate to take him in) at the front of the Emergency doors and then went to find a park. There was ample parking out on the street and in the parking lot for me to park and then come in.
Luckily my housemate is covered under private health insurance because the Wesley is a private hospital and just happened to be the closest one to our house as well. Once in, the emergency waiting room was not very busy at all and he was seen to straight away. The lovely receptionist got all his details down quickly and he was whisked away into the safe hands of the doctors.
When worried sick about my housemate, the Wesley Hospital calmed us down, were extremely friendly and professional and made the not so great experience of having to take a loved one to the hospital just that much easier to cope with.

Nothing like making a 2am dash to the emergency room when you realise you’ve got a kidney infection!
The Wesley Emergency staff are very thorough, and calming enough to scrounge the important details from you (medicare, credit card, health fund) while you panic about whether or not you’re going to die.
My doctor Heather Ellison was wonderful: super nice and with a great sense of humour. When she picked up my pink urine sample, she shook the canister around a little and smirked before sighing, «I’d recognise that rosy pink anywhere.» If I weren’t so drugged up on painkillers and antibiotics I would have hugged her.
I slept over the night. It was a little cold with the air conditioning on full blast, but I was brought extra blankets by the nurses. It was hard for my brother staying the night and sleeping across two chairs beside my bed, but he had the peace of mind that his kid sister was being taken care of.