3/5 Christine P. 1 year ago on Google
Was
here
for
a
major
but
routine
abdominal
surgery-it
was
a
mixed
experience.
Overall
the
place
is
small
and
cluttered-
some
areas
have
been
recently
been
given
a
facelift,
some
areas
are
very
grungy.
Some
of
the
newer
areas
already
appear
worn,
with
the
fancy
tiles
falling
off
the
walls
and
scuffed
dirty
floors.
The
general
impression
of
this
place,
besides
the
'nice'
wing,
is
that
it
is
poorly
kept
up
and
poorly
managed.
When
I
was
sent
to
the
surgery
floor,
there
was
no
one
at
the
reception
desk
and
I
had
to
call
for
someone.
When
they
arrived,
they
seemed
very
irritated
at
being
bothered
and
took
off
toward
the
pre-op
area,
barking
instructions
at
me
so
fast
I
didn't
understand
what
I
was
supposed
to
do.
I
tried
to
ask
when
we
got
to
my
station,
but
they
walked
away
as
I
was
speaking
to
them.
At
this
point
my
anxiety
was
through
the
roof.
Eventually
the
pre-op
nurse
came,
and
they
were
much
better,
and
were
considerate
to
my
fears
as
they
helped
me
prepare.
When
the
time
came,
I
was
walked
back
by
a
nurse
named
Edmund.
The
hallway
leading
back
to
the
OR
is
poorly
lit
and
littered
with
out
of
service
equipment.
It
is
as
creepy
as
it
sounds.
As
we
walked
back
I
became
more
and
more
anxious.
The
door
to
the
operating
room
had
a
glass
window
with
some
kind
of
gross
white
film
on
it
that
was
smeared
and
broken
up
and
half
rubbed
off.
The
room
inside
was
extremely
cluttered
and
felt
dirty,
with
black
scuffs
on
the
walls
and
floor
like
it's
never
been
deep
cleaned
in
years.
Compared
to
the
bright
and
scrupulously
clean
OR's
I've
had
surgery
at
in
other
hospitals,
this
was
like
something
out
of
a
horror
movie.
I
stood
there,
shaking
and
terrified,
tears
soaking
my
mask,
and
was
ignored.
Finally
someone
said,
with
a
sigh
and
a
sinking
tone
"oh,
she's
crying."
One
of
the
technicians
that
was
laying
out
instruments
shoved
a
hard
crinkly
napkin
at
me
but
no
one
said
anything
more
but
just
went
about
their
business.
At
one
of
the
most
vulnerable
and
frightening
moments
of
my
life,
I
was
just
another
inconvenience.
I
felt
utterly
uncared
for
and
alone.
Eventually
I
was
directed
to
lie
down
on
the
operating
table
by
Edmund
and
then
another
nurse
with
beautiful
green-gold
eye
makeup
came
in
and
said
something
comforting
and
took
away
the
scratchy
napkin
and
squeezed
my
hand
and
dabbed
at
my
eyes
with
a
soft
cloth.
Whoever
you
were,
thank
you
for
treating
me
like
an
actual
human
being.
In
recovery
my
bed
was
parked
right
next
to
the
nurses
station
terminal.
I
was
forced
to
listen
to
all
the
gossip
and
aggravation
of
the
staff
loudly
talking
about
each
other
and
other
patients
in
mean
and
unflattering
ways.
Also,
because
it
was
right
next
to
the
terminal,
my
bed
was
constantly
jostled
and
banged
into
over
and
over,
which
was
very
painful
after
abdominal
surgery.
I
had
to
put
up
with
this
nightmare
for
what
felt
like
hours
until
the
anesthesia
wore
off
enough
that
I
could
speak.
Everything
improved
when
I
was
finally
wheeled
into
my
private
room
in
the
'nice'
wing,
which
I
had
paid
the
highest
price
for
the
privilege.
It
was
very
peaceful
inside
and
the
room
was
as
comfortable
as
a
hospital
room
could
be.
All
of
the
staff
in
this
wing
seemed
professional
and
helpful,
and
caring.
I
feel
that
it
is
definitely
worth
it
to
pay
more
if
you
are
forced
to
come
here.
In
all,
a
lot
of
highs
and
lows.
It's
clear
that
some
of
the
staff,
like
Edmund,
seem
burnt
out
and
might
not
have
a
lot
of
kindness
within
them
left
to
give.
Some
just
don't
seem
to
care
and
are
more
interested
in
themselves,
their
Saturday
night
plans,
and
gossiping.
Some
are
tuned-in,
kind,
and
take
their
jobs
seriously.
Because
of
the
inconsistency
in
the
professionalism
of
the
staff
and
the
general
grunginess,
lack
of
care,
and
clutter
of
the
majority
of
the
facilities,
my
experience
at
Lenox
Hill
was
mostly
stressful
and
upsetting.
Even
though
the
results
of
the
surgery
went
well,
I
can't
in
good
faith
recommend
this
hospital.
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