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st. Kalinina, 40

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Hello. On 05/03/2018, in a children’s clinic on Engels Street, a simply egregious, in my opinion, incident occurred. Today we decided to contact the pediatrician of the 8th district, because a 5-year-old child fell ill, the first day the temperature was 38 and the throat was red. I would like to immediately note that the child does not tolerate fever well; a couple of years ago he suffered from the syndrome twice febrile seizures in the background high temperature. Well, when we turned to the station for help, the reception was coming to an end, or rather, there were 40 minutes left before the end. Due to the fact that there were still a lot of people, I still decided to wait until the end of the appointment, hoping that the doctor would still accept little patient with temperature. And what was my indignation, or rather, disappointment, when the pediatrician, loudly and clearly saying that she would not see us, got up from the table, and despite my request, based on the fact that only I was left with a child who had a fever , and it would be difficult for him to sit through a long line at another station, she calmly and silently collected her things and, not paying attention to us, left the office. This behavior made me feel uneasy, how is it possible, after all, this is pediatrician, and if a child comes to the doctor for help, then it’s for a reason. This is all happening during an unfavorable epidemiological situation. As a result, I took the child by the hand and left the clinic, because it was impossible to get to another site, and the child wanted to sleep, but the temperature was 38. I really want to believe that after all, my cry from the heart will be heard by the management of the pediatric department, and by myself doctor, because she probably also has grandchildren.

I went in the summer for a consultation about embolization. Some red-haired, shaggy head. department, looking at me, asked about my weight. Then she expressed doubt about the operation for the reason: “Why is the surgeon going to dig into your fat?” Together with their sycophant /deputy or girlfriend/ they put on a show in the spirit of “we are not smarter in the world”, prescribed some hormones, and if in six months they do not help, then extirpation. The background to all this is this. They sent me from a small town for a consultation. I’m 45 and work as a dispatcher. The doctor said to call Khanty and ask if they would take me with such a diagnosis. I call, a weak-speaking doctor answers the phone and asks who you are. I explain the situation and hang up. I called again, same thing again. She’s not only weak-spoken, apparently it’s a system-wide problem for her. Due to the nature of my work, I don’t understand how you can send a person like that without resolving his situation, even just with advice. That's almost exactly what I told her. As a result, the doctor spoke and my doctor also signed me up. Apparently the weak-speaking doctor remembered my address to her. I arrived in Khanty, I’m waiting to be received, someone is running around, looking askance. Well, he and the redhead had a blast, as they say, like a woman. I’ve been wanting to write a review for a long time, but only now got around to it. Good health to everyone.

This is my second time in the neurosurgical department and I would like to express my gratitude to all the staff, headed by E.S. Kolesnikov. Very competent and responsive people.

My 2-year-old daughter and I came for a planned hospitalization from the city of Urai on December 1, 2011 for a diagnosis. We were admitted and admitted to the pediatric department. We were already in the ward at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, considering that we drove by car from Uray to Khanty-Mansiysk for 6 hours (on the road from 7 am), the doctor examined us only at about 10 o’clock in the evening after my 3rd request, the attending physician was with us was the head of the department Bostanova A.B. 02.12.2011 got tested. December 03 and 04 were days off. On Monday, December 5, a doctor examined us at about 11 o’clock; nothing else was done to us that day, just like on the weekend. On the night of December 5–6, at about 3 a.m., the child began to develop dry frequent cough with vomiting yellow. I took the baby in my arms (considering that the baby weighs 17 kg and I am 7 months pregnant) I went to the resident’s room and asked the doctor on duty to examine us. After listening to us, the doctor said that everything was fine, in response to my request to look at the child’s throat, I heard that she didn’t know where they were

spatula and generally go to the ward, they won’t do anything until the morning anyway. I went to the ward with the child in my arms, she was coughing and vomiting, I only had time to carry her to the toilet, I myself was in tears from such help, I wanted to walk home to Uraya at night. Finally, 7 o’clock in the morning on December 6 came, a m/s came to us with thermometers, I asked her when the doctor would come to us, 15 minutes later the same one came to us night doctor, after listening to us, she said that everything was fine, asked how many times she vomited until the morning, to which I replied that I didn’t count, because this process happened almost every 5-10 minutes. The doctor on duty left, the m/s came with a syringe, and to the question “what is this?” m/s said that it was the antiemetic drug “tsirukal”, I told her that first let the doctor look at our throat. The doctor came, looked at my throat, said that everything was fine, I said okay, put “Cirukal”. M/s came, bent down to give an injection, and she smelled of fumes, I also thought, “I successfully got a job.” And the previous evening, December 5, on the ped. department, some event was celebrated in the office of the head. department, my roommate witnessed all this. On the morning of December 6, I went to see our attending physician, Head. department, there was a terrible smell of fumes in the office, I told what happened at night with my child, to which she replied, I’ll come over after the planning meeting. It was 10 o’clock in the morning, an epidemiologist with a senior medical officer came to us, they began to ask us what we had eaten and drank since the evening, how many times we had vomited at night, I told them what we had eaten and drank, and left. At about 11:30 our doctor came to us, apparently the planning meetings were over, she listened to us and said we needed to get CITO tests. At about 12 o'clock the temperature rose to 38, I informed the doctor about this and said that we were vomiting even from water. I asked the doctor to give us a referral for rotavirus. After lunch we donated blood, but so far there has been no further help. IN once again Having asked about the blood results, the doctor told me that the test was ready, but she didn’t have time to look yet. Nevertheless, once again, going to the doctor and asking about the results, the doctor said that our leukocytes were elevated, it turned out that not only we were like this, but there were 2 other children with the same condition, one child was transferred to the infectious diseases department at night. Around 6pm we were finally given an antibiotic. Thanks to this attitude and treatment of us, my stomach began to hurt, I could barely walk along the corridor from the doctor (asking for the results) to the ward, when one of the nurses saw me, she asked, “Are you feeling bad?”, I said “yes,” she called to me therapist. The therapist looked at me and called a gynecologist from the pathology department. And then it all started: they ran in and began to fuss. Gynecologist examined me, hooked up a device, measured my tone, did an ultrasound, took blood tests. Nurses and nurses began running into our room, and even our attending physician came into the room several times during the evening and asked how my daughter was feeling and her temperature ? I refused to be admitted to the pathology department because... Having seen the attitude of the doctors and nurses towards us, I was afraid to leave the child in the ped. department alone, I was simply amazed at the indifference of the head. departments, doctors and individuals m/s. With pathology, the midwife gave an injection and a drip, after which I calmed down a little, but the tears just rolled down on their own, because we are in another city, we have no one here and this is the attitude, although I was traveling with the hope that we would finally get a diagnosis ,why and why do we have a cough, and why does the child have a terrible smell of acetone from his mouth? At about 10 pm my daughter was given another antibiotic. The night seemed to pass calmly, without vomiting, but with a temperature of 37-37.5 C. On December 7, they took the tests again, gave my daughter an antibiotic, gave me an IV and an injection, and also took blood for tests. The day passed calmly, without vomiting, but the temperature rose. On the day of departure, December 8, I was scolded as a schoolgirl by the m/s because I looked at my extract with tests from the pathology department, outpatient card about the pregnancy that she told me