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Originally Posted by Tom52
While renting for a couple of months this past winter I had a visit to The Villages hospital ER on El Camino Real. I don't have the minute by minute details but I was there from 2 PM till 9 PM before being admitted for a "severe life threatening condition". During that time I was in quite a bit of pain. After admitted in took another 2.5 hours before they could get approval from Dr for a pain med. It was a difficult 4 days in the hospital as I am not from the area and this was only the second time in the hospital since having my tonsils out at age nine. I could not understand the Doctors assigned to me because English was not their first language. Oh, as a side note the food was really bad but the nursing staff was very good. Getting discharged was also a nightmare.
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I too was taken to TVRH (The Villages Regional Hospital) in December with a life threatening heart difficulty. The procedures in the ambulance were skilled and they even took along three firemen, just in case I needed chest compressions. When I arrived there the doctor saw me immediately and continued to read the results of the information that had been relayed to them second to second from the trip over. They were smart, all of them, and kind and immediately told me they thought I had an electrical problem with my heart and called my cardiologist and regular doctor. I was placed in a room, a little room with the nursing staff looking at me and my already wired up self as I awaited a regular hospital room. I was admitted, in fact stayed for eight days over Christmas, not the optimum time to be hospitalized but I had dedicated and very experienced nurses in critical care and some of the worst food ever offered to a human.
I thank them all, I had 12 doctors see me during that time and only two had the same shade of skin as me, but I don't think they cared and I certainly didn't and I hope they didn't think I was hard to understand because sometimes I didn't understand them, but thank God it was not ME taking care of THEM.
The director of nursing was my nurse on Christmas Eve and Christmas, she told me she doesn't have little ones anymore. They were so good to me and each man and woman who cared for me treated me like I was their family member.