Complaints & Reviews — United Overseas Bank / UOB Bank

Inese Garsha

It often doesn't happen, but this time the story of a doctor for whom the hospital is not the right place... In the evening of 6 days we got to the Vienibas gatve children's hospital. In the evening because until I work at 16. 00. Already during the week I noticed that the son (3g) day after day becomes more apathetic, appetite to zero, drinks a lot, but does not eat anything. On day 6 it was no longer possible to climb up to the 2nd floor (we live in an apartment building). Strange rash on the body, like goosebumps, but pink. Eyes diseased, face bright red. If in the middle of the week the only thing you could complain about was bad appetite, then on day 6 everything reached its culmination. Without thinking for a long time to wait for Monday and a visit to the family doctor, I decided to go to the hospital, we packed a bag. A little after 7 we were in the hospital until we met the doctor for about an hour. we walked in eagerly as the little one could no longer sit down, put my head on my lap and asked to kiss. We were taken to the examination room, where a very nice nurse brought a thermometer and had the temperature measured. Showed the same weird temperature that she jumped from 36 to 37. 5 all week. And then came the furie, crossed his arms to his chest, sat down on the table and commanded- LISTEN! I say so and so, funny temperature 37. 5, little does not eat, apathetic, I want to investigate, pass blood tests, because you can not understand why it is apathetic. The upper lip swelled at night, but passed into the morning. To sleep the last days go very early, but very early also get up (4os at night). I worry, something is not good, I want to understand what it is. I do not want to wait until Monday. The child is very tired and looks bad, and yet its rough, sharp skin... complains of stomach every now and then, maybe possible to look. At that moment, Dr. Inese Garsha yelled at the boy so that he would not tear the chair, his mother would hardly buy it. And then the monologue tolerated "Do you think that there is a private clinic where to pass tests? Doesn't there be a family doctor? What examinations, look at the clock, what do you want to examine here at night!? Before that there is a counseling clinic where you can sign up and wait two weeks for your queue! Do you go to your family doctor "To what shock did I answer, or should we go home? Really no one will look at us? What the doctor murmured in the same offensive position - I ask you for the third time, are you going to investigate here at night? I say, for the third time, the bag is with me, we are willing to stay so that it becomes clear what with the child happens. I just wouldn't want to get into the virus department because the little one has very weak immunity,antibiotics we drink almost every month... That I am willing to pay for a separate ward. The so-called doctor watched through his forehead, waved, quietly stood up, slammed the sliding door. After another 10 minutes came the same nice nurse, says, come I'll take you. I ask, which department is we being taken to? to which I replied — that to 7. I say that is in that chapter. As for what-infectious patients. I say, it is enough for us to get in the corridor that this will have caught some adornment virus or any other. There is nothing you can do about it. So I took the boy in my arms and took him to the infection ward for analysis. When he came to the ward, he told me about the symptoms of the nurse's shock. Say, either you write a refusal and drive to AClinic, or you go out and call fast and get to the reception again, or the third option - we understand the situation, we can catch up and put you alone in the ward. This department is said to be the source of all infections, as you could have sent here. The little grumpy, heated, cries in hysteria, asks home, rushes to the door and I understand that there are no options, I have to stay here. Blood tests will be ready at night. The next day, a boy with the flu is brought to the palate, in a rather gloomy condition... please, a separate ward, but there are none, everything is full. Despair. Now we are at home, in the hospital we dropped fluids, antibiotics, did an X-ray, felt my pussy, handed blood and urine tests and at least knew what was going on with the little one and how to deal with it. But still the feeling of inner bitterness about such doctors as Inese Garsha, who did not move her finger, did not even look at her neck and did not listen to the bronchi, did not touch the child at all! made his diagnosis and sent revenge (what did we do?) to the infection ward. Incomparably nice staff was in ward 7, the doctor on duty and the professor who visited us on Monday. It is a pity that for some doctors a job is a call, but for some, such as Inese Gars, such a job is like an unpleasant burden...