Mercy Hospital of Pittsburgh

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My mom had surgical complications and was life flighted to Mercy. They left her struggling in ER for 2 hours before taking her to ICU. It took 13 hours to get an MRI to find out why she was having seizures. They couldn't find anything by that time, so they were sending her home 2 days later. The day I went to pick her up, from floor 7, there were 4 people (a dr, an intern, & 2 nurses), sitting on their asses in her room staring at her like she was a science project in between dicussing their favorite grocery stores and my mom was having a partial seizure. It had been going on for 4 hours and NOONE called a family member to tell of the change. I was told they were waiting for ICU to treat her. The woman was IN THE HOSPITAL and it took 4 hours to go 3 floors to ICU.

Once she got there, the nurses there were TERRIBLE! They would come and pick and gag her while they were suctioning her vent when she was asleep and never tell her what they were doing. One day, in a 7 hour stretch of time, the nurse was in her room twice.....patients should be turned every 2 hours, she was NEVER turned every 2 hours. It got to the point where I had to tell them (when I could find them) she needs turned so I'm going to go eat, make a phone call, etc so you can do that. They sedated her for any and every probem she had. They did it to her for high blood pressure, muscle twitching, breathing problems, heart rate problems...whatever ailes you, they will give you Adavan. Some of them were ignoring doctor orders on her blood pressure perimeters, telling me it could go to 180! When they couldn't control it , they would just raise her limit to make it easier for them. It started at 120, then 140, and when they couldn't keep it there, they allowed her to go to 160 (stage 2 hypertension). One day the machine was reading her blood pressure to be in 70s and 80s, so they gave her a TON of fluids to bring it up. The next day they put an line in to read it more accuratly, her blood pressure was 180!

Aside from them not being able to control her blood pressure, she was doing well. Keep in mind, they were giving her tons of fluids the whole time she was there because they couldn't get it under control. The day they had decided to move her to a rehab facility, she was having problems breathing and blood pressure, heart rate problems, and INSTEAD of figuring out why, (the nurse was more interested in flirting with someone in street clothes standing at a nurse's computer), they kept her sedated for 5 hours and released her anyway. I asked 3 different people to speak to a doctor THREE times, I was told he knew I wanted to speak with him, he never spoke to me. It turns out she was going into congestive heart failure, (caused by fluids and uncontrolled blood pressure) and they released her. Immediately prir to going to Mercy, she was told her heart muscles were strong but the ICU could never gether blood pressure under control. Nice job ICU!

If anyone you know is ever critical, stay away from Mercy! If you have to go there, make sure you have a lot of family members there and document EVERYTHING!

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★☆☆☆☆

My mom had surgical complications and was life flighted to Mercy. They left her struggling in ER for 2 hours before taking her to ICU. It took 13 hours to get an MRI to find out why she was having seizures. They couldn't find anything by that time, so they were sending her home 2 days later. The day I went to pick her up, from floor 7, there were 4 people (a dr, an intern, & 2 nurses), sitting on their asses in her room staring at her like she was a science project in between dicussing their favorite grocery stores and my mom was having a partial seizure. It had been going on for 4 hours and NOONE called a family member to tell of the change. I was told they were waiting for ICU to treat her. The woman was IN THE HOSPITAL and it took 4 hours to go 3 floors to ICU.

Once she got there, the nurses there were TERRIBLE! They would come and pick and gag her while they were suctioning her vent when she was asleep and never tell her what they were doing. One day, in a 7 hour stretch of time, the nurse was in her room twice.....patients should be turned every 2 hours, she was NEVER turned every 2 hours. It got to the point where I had to tell them (when I could find them) she needs turned so I'm going to go eat, make a phone call, etc so you can do that. They sedated her for any and every probem she had. They did it to her for high blood pressure, muscle twitching, breathing problems, heart rate problems...whatever ailes you, they will give you Adavan. Some of them were ignoring doctor orders on her blood pressure perimeters, telling me it could go to 180! When they couldn't control it , they would just raise her limit to make it easier for them. It started at 120, then 140, and when they couldn't keep it there, they allowed her to go to 160 (stage 2 hypertension). One day the machine was reading her blood pressure to be in 70s and 80s, so they gave her a TON of fluids to bring it up. The next day they put an line in to read it more accuratly, her blood pressure was 180!

Aside from them not being able to control her blood pressure, she was doing well. Keep in mind, they were giving her tons of fluids the whole time she was there because they couldn't get it under control. The day they had decided to move her to a rehab facility, she was having problems breathing and blood pressure, heart rate problems, and INSTEAD of figuring out why, (the nurse was more interested in flirting with someone in street clothes standing at a nurse's computer), they kept her sedated for 5 hours and released her anyway. I asked 3 different people to speak to a doctor THREE times, I was told he knew I wanted to speak with him, he never spoke to me. It turns out she was going into congestive heart failure, (caused by fluids and uncontrolled blood pressure) and they released her. Immediately prir to going to Mercy, she was told her heart muscles were strong but the ICU could never gether blood pressure under control. Nice job ICU!

If anyone you know is ever critical, stay away from Mercy! If you have to go there, make sure you have a lot of family members there and document EVERYTHING!

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I don't know why everyone has such bad reviews about this place. I found the staff to be quite courteous. Okay, the nursing staff were adamant at scratching and clawing at people, but we deserved it.

I went there to take care of a hangnail, and the process took an understandable 7 hours. There were doctors everywhere, but they were just as lazy as the rest of us are on a regular basis. I spent 3 hours in my examination room before my doctor first showed up. He was 800 pounds, had one eye, a hook for a hand and smelled like tuna and cinnamon rolls.

The hook was cold as he shoved it up my ass which was wierd because I'd already had a prostate exam a few weeks ago, but I'm not the type of person to question things.

He had that thing up my butt for a good hour before he was called to another room. As he picked up his shotgun, he told me in a horrible accent that he'd be back. That's fine, because I'm very patient.

Hour 6.75 he returned as he said he did with the nursing staff who had molotov cocktails in their claws. Without a word, they began launching their parcels at me as the doc unloaded his shotgun.

I bolted out of there, and as I ran a piece of buckshot cleared my hangnail like magic. Thanking the staff as I bursted through the glass doors which took too long to open from the get-go, they waved back and told me to come again as the miniguns on the roof unloaded at me.

I loved it there. I think I'll go back when I'm due for a prostate exam sometime tomorrow.

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★★★★★

I don't know why everyone has such bad reviews about this place. I found the staff to be quite courteous. Okay, the nursing staff were adamant at scratching and clawing at people, but we deserved it.

I went there to take care of a hangnail, and the process took an understandable 7 hours. There were doctors everywhere, but they were just as lazy as the rest of us are on a regular basis. I spent 3 hours in my examination room before my doctor first showed up. He was 800 pounds, had one eye, a hook for a hand and smelled like tuna and cinnamon rolls.

The hook was cold as he shoved it up my ass which was wierd because I'd already had a prostate exam a few weeks ago, but I'm not the type of person to question things.

He had that thing up my butt for a good hour before he was called to another room. As he picked up his shotgun, he told me in a horrible accent that he'd be back. That's fine, because I'm very patient.

Hour 6.75 he returned as he said he did with the nursing staff who had molotov cocktails in their claws. Without a word, they began launching their parcels at me as the doc unloaded his shotgun.

I bolted out of there, and as I ran a piece of buckshot cleared my hangnail like magic. Thanking the staff as I bursted through the glass doors which took too long to open from the get-go, they waved back and told me to come again as the miniguns on the roof unloaded at me.

I loved it there. I think I'll go back when I'm due for a prostate exam sometime tomorrow.

Pros: Excellent hangnail removal

Cons: Shotguns, molotov cocktails, surprise metallic prostate exam

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"Honey...it's time you got a vasectomy."
Those simple words from my wife led me to Mercy Hospital of Pittsburgh. Little did I know what I was in for.
The check-in should have been a tip off (no pun intended). There were two women and a man behind the counter. The woman were very sweet, but the man kept pointing to the door and silently mouthing "Run" every time the women weren't looking at him. I just thought he was nuts and proceeded to the outpatient operation room.
The walls in that room were covered with bloody writing. "Leave now!" one scribe had written. "They're going to cut it off" said another. Stupid me.
After what seemed like an eternity the "doctor" came in. He kind of looked like Tommy Chong and it was clear he was wasted. His thick beard and glasses obscured his features so I couldn't really get a handle on where he was coming from. He kept muttering something about "Stumpy". Again it seems obvious now but what was I to know.
In between incoherent ramblings I finally figured out that he kept repeating "Drop your pants".
"Well, he's the doctor", I said to myself. So I dropped trou. It was difficult to get off the chain mail armor I had been wearing under my clothes but after a brief struggle I was successful.
In the meantime the doctor had fallen asleep...again! I chuckled because he kept scratching his head with the scalpel while asleep. Big hunks of hair went tumbling from his head every time he did.
After he woke up he seemed a little startled at his surroundings. I gently reminded him that I was here for a vasectomy. As soon as I said that he cackled gleefully and rubbed his hands together. I think he was actually drooling.
He began to lower the scalpel. At this point I had begun to suspect that maybe things weren't quite what they seemed. I was almost ready to pull up my pants and go when the door banged open and 4 or 5 orderlies came rushing in.
"Doctor Jones," said the first one man (a burly black man) through the door, "We have an emergency we need you to attend to."
Without a word he wheeled out of the room and the orderlies followed. The door banged shut, leaving me alone once again.
Hours passed. I occupied my time by removing the ceiling tiles and examing the ductwork. If you could review a hospital based on ductwork then this hospital would for sure come out on top...they were a cut above! Again, no pun intended.
My watch read 11 PM and I was ready to pack it in. I stood up and reached for the door handle. It was almost in my hand when the door came banging open again. ..and I felt a spasm of pain "down there". The curved door handle had managed to snag my foreskin and ripped it clean off! Unfortunately it took more along with it. Blood spurted everywhere.. All I could think of was to grab my crotch. Whew...this is a long review so far. I'll finish up tomorrow...I have to go change my bandage.

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★★★★★

"Honey...it's time you got a vasectomy."
Those simple words from my wife led me to Mercy Hospital of Pittsburgh. Little did I know what I was in for.
The check-in should have been a tip off (no pun intended). There were two women and a man behind the counter. The woman were very sweet, but the man kept pointing to the door and silently mouthing "Run" every time the women weren't looking at him. I just thought he was nuts and proceeded to the outpatient operation room.
The walls in that room were covered with bloody writing. "Leave now!" one scribe had written. "They're going to cut it off" said another. Stupid me.
After what seemed like an eternity the "doctor" came in. He kind of looked like Tommy Chong and it was clear he was wasted. His thick beard and glasses obscured his features so I couldn't really get a handle on where he was coming from. He kept muttering something about "Stumpy". Again it seems obvious now but what was I to know.
In between incoherent ramblings I finally figured out that he kept repeating "Drop your pants".
"Well, he's the doctor", I said to myself. So I dropped trou. It was difficult to get off the chain mail armor I had been wearing under my clothes but after a brief struggle I was successful.
In the meantime the doctor had fallen asleep...again! I chuckled because he kept scratching his head with the scalpel while asleep. Big hunks of hair went tumbling from his head every time he did.
After he woke up he seemed a little startled at his surroundings. I gently reminded him that I was here for a vasectomy. As soon as I said that he cackled gleefully and rubbed his hands together. I think he was actually drooling.
He began to lower the scalpel. At this point I had begun to suspect that maybe things weren't quite what they seemed. I was almost ready to pull up my pants and go when the door banged open and 4 or 5 orderlies came rushing in.
"Doctor Jones," said the first one man (a burly black man) through the door, "We have an emergency we need you to attend to."
Without a word he wheeled out of the room and the orderlies followed. The door banged shut, leaving me alone once again.
Hours passed. I occupied my time by removing the ceiling tiles and examing the ductwork. If you could review a hospital based on ductwork then this hospital would for sure come out on top...they were a cut above! Again, no pun intended.
My watch read 11 PM and I was ready to pack it in. I stood up and reached for the door handle. It was almost in my hand when the door came banging open again. ..and I felt a spasm of pain "down there". The curved door handle had managed to snag my foreskin and ripped it clean off! Unfortunately it took more along with it. Blood spurted everywhere.. All I could think of was to grab my crotch. Whew...this is a long review so far. I'll finish up tomorrow...I have to go change my bandage.

Pros: Free sex changes

Cons: Unintended free sex changes

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Well, I just wanted a bandaid. Turns out, they were out... but they had backpack medkits, piles of weapons ammunition, beer & liquor with rags hanging out of them, and a few other odd devices. oooh and them pills!

All I wanted though, was a bandaid for a papercut. I happened to be near Mercy Hospital and figured that I'd go in there... why not. Turns out, I'm getting slashed by invisible people, some weirdos trying to put his tongue on me, a fat guy keeps showing his belly button, this scrawny woman wearing hanes her way won't stop crying abut the fat guy puking on her, some huge guy with his tongue hanging out with very small legs is on a roid rage, and this guy Louis won't stop complaining. this old guy has a cigarette permanently lit which is amazing. This biker dude who looks like Chuck Liddell is naming everything he hates. All the while Zoey keeps giving me this look. She's some inner nerd but that all changed when all the sudden she drops her pants, bends over, slaps her cheeks, and told me she needs some healing, to cover her. Well the others didn't find it too funny when we took the elevator without them, you know so we could disco dance in the middle and then have some private action.

Great news, there were turret mini-guns on the roof top. Not too sure why, but all I can say is.. ZOEY IS A FREAK. But I gave her what she wanted, now we're just chilling and writing this review. 5 stars! Better than matchDOTcom!

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★★★★★

Well, I just wanted a bandaid. Turns out, they were out... but they had backpack medkits, piles of weapons ammunition, beer & liquor with rags hanging out of them, and a few other odd devices. oooh and them pills!

All I wanted though, was a bandaid for a papercut. I happened to be near Mercy Hospital and figured that I'd go in there... why not. Turns out, I'm getting slashed by invisible people, some weirdos trying to put his tongue on me, a fat guy keeps showing his belly button, this scrawny woman wearing hanes her way won't stop crying abut the fat guy puking on her, some huge guy with his tongue hanging out with very small legs is on a roid rage, and this guy Louis won't stop complaining. this old guy has a cigarette permanently lit which is amazing. This biker dude who looks like Chuck Liddell is naming everything he hates. All the while Zoey keeps giving me this look. She's some inner nerd but that all changed when all the sudden she drops her pants, bends over, slaps her cheeks, and told me she needs some healing, to cover her. Well the others didn't find it too funny when we took the elevator without them, you know so we could disco dance in the middle and then have some private action.

Great news, there were turret mini-guns on the roof top. Not too sure why, but all I can say is.. ZOEY IS A FREAK. But I gave her what she wanted, now we're just chilling and writing this review. 5 stars! Better than matchDOTcom!

Pros: ZOEY, Lots of Pills, Free Ammo for all Patients, ZOEY

Cons: Skinny girl wont stfu & stop crying about some fat guys puke

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I have never had a longer more nerve racking ride in an elevator in my life!! Company was great though, kept me laughing.

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★★★★☆

I have never had a longer more nerve racking ride in an elevator in my life!! Company was great though, kept me laughing.

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I went to the hospital because something happened to my fingers, but some fat guy in there kept puking on me, and some chick named Zoey kept eyeing off this fella who I tried to tell about my traumatic ordeal with the fat puking guy, but he told me to stfu, mind you, before bending her over. I went to the nurses for help, they tried to claw my eyes out, explain that one!

I went to cry in an elevator, and some black dude came running at me chucking heaps of what appeared to be pills at me while screaming his head off about pills. well anyways I went to cry on the roof but there was heaps of guns and another word for fecal matter up there, seriously what the hell! kind of hospital is this? seriously. So while I was sitting up on the roof minding my own buisness ignoring the weapons, that rectum opening from earlier comes up telling me to piss off again! I was there first. Do something!

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★☆☆☆☆

I went to the hospital because something happened to my fingers, but some fat guy in there kept puking on me, and some chick named Zoey kept eyeing off this fella who I tried to tell about my traumatic ordeal with the fat puking guy, but he told me to stfu, mind you, before bending her over. I went to the nurses for help, they tried to claw my eyes out, explain that one!

I went to cry in an elevator, and some black dude came running at me chucking heaps of what appeared to be pills at me while screaming his head off about pills. well anyways I went to cry on the roof but there was heaps of guns and another word for fecal matter up there, seriously what the hell! kind of hospital is this? seriously. So while I was sitting up on the roof minding my own buisness ignoring the weapons, that rectum opening from earlier comes up telling me to piss off again! I was there first. Do something!

Pros: nothing

Cons: everything

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So we were looking for some basic medical attention so we decided to go to mercy hospital. Upon walking in the receptionist started yelling and a whole ton of staff and patients started to run towards us. This was alarming but it got worse when they tried to hit us and bite us. Luckily we found some pretty illegal weaponry, pipe bombs and molotov cocktails. In retrospect that worries us because they shouldnt have assault rifles in a hospital. The only good thing was that there was an abundance of pain killers. Also we found mini guns on the roof, still not sure about that one.

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★★★★★

So we were looking for some basic medical attention so we decided to go to mercy hospital. Upon walking in the receptionist started yelling and a whole ton of staff and patients started to run towards us. This was alarming but it got worse when they tried to hit us and bite us. Luckily we found some pretty illegal weaponry, pipe bombs and molotov cocktails. In retrospect that worries us because they shouldnt have assault rifles in a hospital. The only good thing was that there was an abundance of pain killers. Also we found mini guns on the roof, still not sure about that one.

Pros: Had Drugs

Cons: Had weapons and bad Staff

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While I appreciate the staff gave me all the attention they could given the trying circumstances surrounding the country and/or world that day I cannot say that this was their finest peice of doctoring.

I arrived after my UFC comeback with a concussion and some bad issues with lactic acid buildup, mostly I was worried because Brock Lesnar had spat out his mouth peice and bitten me during the fight ala Tyson. A staph infection would seriously have given me cause to reconsider my UFC return.

After passing through the ER and into a bed I was struck by how busy the place was and what a commotion was going on, I assumed it was just a heavy night in pittsburgh as most of these people seemed to be intoxicated or under the influence of something, several patients seemed downright rabid.

The doctor informed me I had indeed received some sort of infection but that it should be cured with large amounts of steriods and for my safety. (My fame was attracting much attention from patients)

Well the steroids seem to be working for now although I do seem to be suffering from some mood changes and my muscles seem to be expanding at an astonishing rate, I just can't wait to get back into the ring and show my fans who I am.

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★★★☆☆

While I appreciate the staff gave me all the attention they could given the trying circumstances surrounding the country and/or world that day I cannot say that this was their finest peice of doctoring.

I arrived after my UFC comeback with a concussion and some bad issues with lactic acid buildup, mostly I was worried because Brock Lesnar had spat out his mouth peice and bitten me during the fight ala Tyson. A staph infection would seriously have given me cause to reconsider my UFC return.

After passing through the ER and into a bed I was struck by how busy the place was and what a commotion was going on, I assumed it was just a heavy night in pittsburgh as most of these people seemed to be intoxicated or under the influence of something, several patients seemed downright rabid.

The doctor informed me I had indeed received some sort of infection but that it should be cured with large amounts of steriods and for my safety. (My fame was attracting much attention from patients)

Well the steroids seem to be working for now although I do seem to be suffering from some mood changes and my muscles seem to be expanding at an astonishing rate, I just can't wait to get back into the ring and show my fans who I am.

Pros: Private rooms with decent locks

Cons: Very Busy/Rowdy on a sunday night.

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My pappy was sent there with pneumonia and lots of elderly people die from that so you would think they would watch him right? WRONG! My pappy rich died to days after his birthday and 13 days after my Grammy. He dies from asperation, which i guess basically means chocking. It has been a little over a month and i have been so mad about this and have been wanting to write something! i really want to write the the hospital it self though.

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★☆☆☆☆

My pappy was sent there with pneumonia and lots of elderly people die from that so you would think they would watch him right? WRONG! My pappy rich died to days after his birthday and 13 days after my Grammy. He dies from asperation, which i guess basically means chocking. It has been a little over a month and i have been so mad about this and have been wanting to write something! i really want to write the the hospital it self though.

Pros: nothing good

Cons: did not watch my pappy

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This was my husband's and my first expierence with Mercy Hospital. My husband has some serious health problems when about a month ago he awoke blind in his right eye. He needed surgery to stop the bleeding in his eye so he may see again. He had to quit taking his coumadin last week and I had to give him Lovenex shots twice a day to prevent clots. He quit eating at midnight the day before surgery, I left work early, we arrived at 2:30, tested his sugar and I & R, IV was put in then around 5:30 they came and told us the surgery was cancelled till the next day. Said they had a lot of trauma surgeries, nurses had to go off duty and his doctor postphoned the surgery. We were very upset, no one told us what time to come back or what to do about his meds. I understand that trama patients are top priority but the way we were pushed away was very unfair to us. Also they lied to us it was the hospital that cancelled the surgery because they didn't want to pay overtime to the nurses. Our doctor was very upset also and agreed that it was wrong what they did to us.

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★☆☆☆☆

This was my husband's and my first expierence with Mercy Hospital. My husband has some serious health problems when about a month ago he awoke blind in his right eye. He needed surgery to stop the bleeding in his eye so he may see again. He had to quit taking his coumadin last week and I had to give him Lovenex shots twice a day to prevent clots. He quit eating at midnight the day before surgery, I left work early, we arrived at 2:30, tested his sugar and I & R, IV was put in then around 5:30 they came and told us the surgery was cancelled till the next day. Said they had a lot of trauma surgeries, nurses had to go off duty and his doctor postphoned the surgery. We were very upset, no one told us what time to come back or what to do about his meds. I understand that trama patients are top priority but the way we were pushed away was very unfair to us. Also they lied to us it was the hospital that cancelled the surgery because they didn't want to pay overtime to the nurses. Our doctor was very upset also and agreed that it was wrong what they did to us.

Pros: Every employee I incountered was extremely courtious.

Cons: The Hospital does not care about their patients.

 

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