St Mary’s Hospital

Well… one thing is for sure, In the epic battle of U.K. vs. USA in healthcare provided to the masses, the U.K. has the USA beat. The USA shouldn’t even be considered a contender.
In the field of trauma medicine, professionalism in healthcare, STEM, NueroRobotic, NeuroTrauma, Neuroscience programs in general & public health programs, I am once again left speechless & I am in awe of how well the U.K. treats their citizens.
With that said, this hospital is amazing. The staff is amazing & impressive. They are so compassionate, have amazing patience, empathize with their patients & the families of their patients, & because the only concern is treating their patients (and not turning treatment into profit) the level & standard of care is high. It’s beautiful.
American healthcare & healthcare professionals should pay attention & take notice. This is how healthcare should work. And best of all, patients leave without the weight or worry about cost or fear of seeking treatment bankrupting them.
I don’t think my fellow America’s could imagine waking into a hospital and not being asked to fill out forms regarding their financial status prior to treatment. Or, leaving a hospital with no debt or worry about paying for follow up care or medication. Or, just calling an ambulance not having to debate if calling an ambulance is worth the financial burden… Awww, America we have so much to learn.
Beautiful teaching hospital. Inspiring. Innovative. Progressive. AND so clean! Kudos & Cheers St. Mary!!!

I’ve been here a few times as a patient in the urgent care centre or A & E. I was not too impressed with the care I received each time as they refused to listen to me or acknowledge two of my conditions that I ended up walking out, Contacting either my GP or consultant the same day who managed to sort it out over the phone. I do understand the NHS is overstretched and is limited but in my opinion when you have a patient who knows themselves and their conditions and what works for them even if it isnt specified in guidelines, then they should listen especially if they are chronically ill. St Mary’s refused to do this. I would not come back here as a patient.

Can’t believe I’m actually writing a review of a hospital but the Unilocal people are threatening to remove my Elite status and I just can’t let that happen!
I ended up in St Mary’s Acute Majors after my very thorough GP (maybe I’ll review them too) was concerned about some symptoms I was showing linked to a chest infection.
I got to A&E, was triaged relatively quickly and then taken to Majors. All but one of the staff I dealt with was lovely, helpful, thorough and they looked clean — as did the ward.
The phlebotomist got my vein first time, something of a miracle, which was reassuring. The junior doctor took a blood sample from an artery without making me cry.
Best* thing that happened was that when I was taken to the ward at 1am, the nurse gave me tea and biscuits. They were good too. Hopefully I won’t be back (because I’ll be in good health)!
*The actual best thing that happened was me not being as unwell as originally thought.
GOD BLESS THE NHS!

Hospitals are never a very fun experience but I was not impressed with my trips here. I was referred here by my GP for several health issues and I found it to be dirty, and in some ways a bit scary. I never had anyone take my blood pressure or ask me any medical history questions before just prescribing me medications, and in one case, I had to wait 16 hours before being seen. It was convenient since it was near where I lived but I wasn’t impressed with its level of care.

Before I start, I’d just like to mention that it is a sad day indeed when my «hospitals» list has the potential to weigh in as my most frequently updated list. Super.
Anyway…
So I was at the hospital last night with mi amigo de hoy, and there’s really no other word to describe my experience other than awesome. In the sense that I was in awe the entire time.
I was in awe of the cleanliness
I was in awe of the professionalism
I was in awe of the speed of service
I was in awe of the facilities
I was in awe of the constant attention
I was in awe of the overall care taken by all of the staff to assure our visit from start to finish
And mostly, I was in awe to walk out, (one x-​ray, two IVs, three doctor’s consultations, four viles of tested blood, and five hours later,) without forking over any money.
His diagnosis? There was a partridge in his pear tree… or at least that what I blame.
(And that’s why I’m not a doctor.)

So this one time me and my buddies decided to go out. It was a Friday… by the time it got to Sunday the party was still going. I will give this epic party a context — we had just handed in our dissertations and it was the very end of university degree.
So we partied hard and I have to admit my little body doesn’t do too well with long rocking parties (it was designed for sitting and eating really). So it gets to Sunday morning and I drag myself out of bed in the clothes from the night before (actually from the Friday before) only to discover I feel more than a little poorly. As Berry Monster (yes I have a friend called Berry Monster) makes me a cuppa I pop outside for some air…5 minutes later and I am having a mild fit on the floor. Hands claw shaped body rattlin’ like a bag of bones, I have to say «the worrier» in me was a little concerned at this point.
So my best mate Eddie comes outside to see me, this mess on the floor and gets the others. At this point Berry Monster suggests «Shall we call NHS direct?»
«NHS DIRECT!!! NHS DIRECT!!!» I am screaming inside my somewhat blurry head. Through a strained breath I whisper «F#@k NHS direct, call a flippin’ ambulance!‘
At this moment the kids jumped into action and I was quickly whisked off to St. Marys. I was fine — apparently an inflamed pancreas mixed with a hangover and a panic attack can resemble a heart attack! But I did get to spend 3 nights in the hospital. As hospitals go it was lovely, a teaching hospital with mostly friendly staff and very very clean facilities.
So yep, that is yet again another episode from my life of illness…

if you need urgent medical attention go to chelsea and westminster as this is so busy your liable to get turned away