Sürgősségi Betegellátó Önálló Osztály - Sürgősségi Betegellátó Önálló Osztály

I went in with very strong stomach cramps and stomach pain. Already at the admission, the nurse wanted to disturb that I was just pregnant. I don’t know what studies some are doing, but there’s enough gas for me to enlighten my “dear” nurse so I wouldn’t be pregnant in my stomach. I also had to go back 2x, all the 2x 8 hours of waiting + waiting for the results. In the examination room, the nurse scolded me for not being able to take blood from me. He stabbed me in 3 places, then puffed out puffing that he couldn't take blood from me. Another nurse came in and, interestingly, was able to take it off for the first time from where the previous root did not know from the first stab. Both times came out with a normal blood result, with mild inflammation, I was given a stomach-protective powder and painkiller. My GP was upset that neither an ultrasound was done nor referred for mirroring. Because they said something in a stomach-like way, and then I cover up. Eventually, I examined myself privately and it turned out that I had collected a pretty serious stomach infection. According to the hospital, I was pregnant.

They were kind to me. Special thanks to Dr. Bilecz. He was empathetic, kind and professional.

Disaster going on here. One spends an entire day here on a little thing. The female staff members are very jerky and lazy.

Dear SBO! Unfortunately, my mother was immediately shaken off by a doctor who did not speak Hungarian or was at level 1! Roughly the test score is 0! The solution for everything is Szeged Medical Office!

I also had to wait 2 hours yesterday for them to be treated. This morning ... I had to come to 9. The first patient was called in at 10 p.m. The whole is unfriendly, distasteful. The man is treated like a piece of cloth. And it's not a joke to come here.

Incredible jerk at the check-in desk for the “woman”. With various personal remarks, he looks down on people because he dares to set foot in the institution. They are paid to admit the patient, not to criticize them. Shame. I’m sorry he took it so much that he had to rot there at the counter in the evening, but don’t let down his frustration on his sick, sad life.

I didn’t turn to them with much care, just a “little thing,” but since I had been struggling for days, I was afraid I might have more serious trouble. The lady sitting at the check-in desk spoke to me in a terribly jerky way, calling with great difficulty from a nurse who said they could only provide good advice, they would not examine me as it was not their business. I go elsewhere, I lie at home, then it passes and so on. In the end, I got so bored that he was scratching me and his style that I thanked him for his “kindness” and said goodbye. It’s amazing the way they can talk to patients even though it’s their job.