Municipal Hospital of Keszthely - Municipal Hospital of Keszthely

Secondary burns. I am very satisfied with the urgency, provided by conscientious and knowledgeable people and I have 0 bad experiences! I am grateful to everyone. However. I would have missed the surgical outpatient clinic, there were also zucchini, albeit a little incompetent and careless. A massive soul presence is helpful and it doesn’t hurt to be able to assess your condition and ask them exactly what and how to do it, otherwise they’ll just spin people out with half-benefits. You should arrive an hour later than the date you received. Knitting exchanges are preferred at home or in masks.

After 4 months I got an appointment but at 11:40. After waiting for 20 minutes, I knocked because there was not even one patient in the office. The doctor claimed that his assistant looked out. A lady (50 minutes ago, the big one) was waiting in front of me, she also testified that no one looked like that. Then, for the first time, both the assistant and the doctor left gracefully for lunch, and at 12:00 I could wait for the “dear” ladies for another 40 minutes…. This characterizes the Hungarian eu. Zero empathy, no burnout, no people-centeredness. Thank you Keszthely Hospital for being with us!

We went to the nearest emergency room, Keszthely Hospital, at night with strong abdominal cramps. I couldn't walk in pain either, yet I was distracted without even having a look at me by a doctor. The receptionist threw so much from the toothpick, bored and disgusted at my husband, that we do not belong here (we live in Balatonkeresztúr, but my registered address is in Budapest). My husband begged them to at least see if it could be life-threatening, and finally the receptionist called the doctor graciously, but the duty officer refused to get tired. The Hippocratic Oath will bring you. The answer to the question of where to go if they weren’t cared for here was just a “no idea”. Finally, wrestling with fainting, we drove to Marcali (50 km), where they were treated without a word and extremely humanely. Even though, as it turned out, we don't belong there either. Thank you very much again (although it's so natural - I think)! I note that since then I have not been able to find out where we really belong, presumably only officially to Budapest. In English: if I have a heart attack or stroke, I have to drive 160 km to be officially treated. It is still good that Hungary performs better :)