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YOU WOULD DIE THERE if you had a serious injury please go anywhere else but here if you want help accurate help and people not doing pointless tests. If you truly have something going to Greenville memorial even if it’s a bit longer couple minutes it is nothing and more likely better than bad treatment and hours and hours of waiting and less people in need in front of you no matter how injured you are! I would give it no stars, the place is terrible it takes a few to sign in and then hours and hours to get anything done I had to wait for my friend for an X-ray one thing we came at 9:30 left at 5am! Are you kidding me?! What are y’all doing it apparently is not an “emergency room” a girl was over there crying bout her head feeling like she got hit by a train and there was a guy and a girl who had got jumped waiting to get help with cuts and blood waiting forever the boy had a huge knot on his head get so effort in here please dear god!
AMAZING SERVICE! My mom works their at Fleetwood and has amazing stories. Will help anyone! Staff will help with a nurses child or whatever!
This is absolutely the worst hospital to go too. I think you could be dying in the waiting room and they still would not take you back. When you finally do go back 5 or 6 hours later they do absolutely nothin for you bet let you lay there 2 or 3 hours longer.
I sat in the E.R. waiting room for 5 hours only to find out it would probably be another 2 or more hours before I might get taken back to a room (to wait some more). Me & about 3 other people got up and left to either go home or to another hospital.
Out of desperation and against my better judgement -- I took my 8-month-old daughter here to be checked out by a doctor due to symptoms at the time I simply thought were RSV-related. I had no idea this would become one of the most traumatizing days of my life. Upon checking in, the nurse behind the check-in desk took my daughter's temperature and assessed her breathing -- she informed me it sounded like she had the croup. "What a relief," I think to myself totally oblivious to the abysmal horror show I am about to endure. After I finish signing very tedious paperwork, we are ushered to a room in the ER. The room was disgusting if I'm going to be totally honest. The modular wood counter tops were damaged and chipped. It looked like a scene from Hostile -- all that was missing was dried blood on the wall. The massive overhead lights that are mounted to the ceiling looked older than I am (I'm 30, by the way). My daughter is not seen for at least an hour as we sit in front of the ER desk/counter space where there are doctors/nurses who see us and hear my daughter who is LOUDLY struggling to breathe. This doesn't seem to bother them a bit as they continue to talk, laugh and ignore patients. Meanwhile, my daughter is literally gasping for air. When the Dr arrives, he does not even introduce himself. Another 2 and a half hours pass and my daughter is given an X-ray. At this point, my daughter's temperature has risen because she is hot to the touch. I ask the nurse to please take her temperature. Her temperature is 103.4 degrees. This does not cause any nurse, doctor or other employee any real sense of urgency as I am again stuck waiting for another 40 minutes. When the nurse comes back, I am informed since she is running a fever -- a battery of tests must be conducted. I am left waiting again as my daughter is whimpering, crying and LOUDLY (I know this because later several nurses told me that they could hear her throughout the ER) wheezing. What happened next is a total blur, and it was the worst experience of my life. I am told that my daughter will need a catheter. Yes, you heard that right -- my 8-month-old daughter needs a catheter. I tell them that it seems unnecessary as a UTI is kind of the least of our concerns at this point. None of her symptoms suggest she has a UTI. My opinion is brushed off by a nurse who simply says, "Well, we have to make sure." Sure, okay. Three nurses come in and try to insert a tiny catheter into my daughter's vaginal opening. I am then forced to hold my infant daughter down on the bed while 3 incompetent nurses try to insert a catheter into my daughter. My daughter is crying, writhing on the bed and looking at me with the most pitiful look on her face. Finally, my mother (who was with me) tells them they are doing a sub par job (but in less kind words), and they abandon the idea. Finally, after what seemed like forever and after my daughter is almost too weak to cry anymore -- one of the *genius* nurses finally grabs a bag that can be taped around an infant's private area to collect pee. Wow, why wasn't this done immediately instead of the catheter? This wasn't even the end of this gross display of ineptitude -- they then take a blood sample from my infant daughter. This takes upwards of 20 minutes while my daughter is still writhing, crying and whimpering in agony. I'm holding my daughter totally still and in place, yet they still manage to get blood every where. We are then unexpectedly moved to a different room because a prisoner has arrived who needs medical treatment. This hospital will give a PRISONER priority over your baby. If that doesn't convince you to avoid this place -- then I don't know what to tell you.
It took 6 hours to be given an official diagnosis.
The only nice thing I can say about this hospital is that there is a lovely and very nice nurse named Savannah who works here. Before we were transferred to GHS, she was so kind and helpful. I feel sorry that she works here as I feel like her knowledge and talents are going to waste.