They brought me there as poisoning.They cleaned me up and wanted to send me home.This is despite the fact that my legs were numb and my eyesight was gone.I couldn't walk or sit.To which I told them that I would not go anywhere in this state.After all, the ambulance took 50 manats from me and said they would take me to their friend in this hospital.The doctor there said that I didn't have poisoning, but neurology without tests and wanted to send me home again.As a result, I was admitted to the intensive care unit.There were pros and cons in the intensive care unit itself.The advantages are that they didn't ask for money.Don't be rude.They change their clothes and bed if they get dirty.Tea and water are brought.They take into account whether there is sugar when consuming sugar.Cons - at the reception they said one diagnosis, they wrote another diagnosis on paper above the bed, and at discharge they called the third diagnosis.To ask for tea, you have to ask five times and wait half an hour.You are very attentive to who visitors come to, but when visitors leave, they almost forget about you.Bedridden patients who cannot eat themselves, the medical staff comes up, gives three tablespoons of food and three tablespoons of water to the patient and leave.Some people don't get their beds changed, bandages bandaged, or properly fed or watered.The light above the bed is on at night, although it is possible to partially turn it on, but alas.Now the average review is that the food is average.They give you something delicious, but it's disgusting to eat something.Cleaning is not done badly.The staff is not very attentive.You get attention only when someone from your friends and family comes to you.Although I was told that visits are prohibited.I understand that the mobile phone is not allowed.But they wouldn't let me contact my family.Although they all carried phones.Did you have to sort things out with them this morning and tell them that I was your hostage?So call my family.That my family doesn't know if I'm alive or not.Although at the reception, the doctor was rude to my son when he called to find out about my condition, and told him that she did not have to give him the intensive care unit number, and if he needed to, then let him come and find out the number himself.As a result, the son arrived, found out the number and called.I couldn't stand it for more than 2 days and ran away.Although my legs couldn't walk and I couldn't even sit up.But if I had stayed there, it would have made me feel worse.Yes, they did systems, injections, measured blood pressure.The best and most attentive doctor there turned out to be a plump young guy.Other doctors are not particularly attentive to patients.Of course, I'm more unhappy.But thank you for not throwing me out on the street and treating me without knowing why.But in the end, that doctor guy finally told me the correct diagnosis.Not like female doctors.

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