Thomas Jefferson University Surgical Center

I wouldn’t advise coming here if you have an emergency or a job. After being told by the group that I had an emergency situation and to report here immediately, I arrived and was told that there was no emergency that I should be seen at 3 ½ hours later. «Go grab some lunch and enjoy the city». Now I arrived when I was told and I’m still waiting 45 minutes later. I am the last in the waiting room. They’re attention to patient care is disgusting.

Yeah, so it’s odd to review medical services, but hey, when something impresses me this much, I want to spread the word.
So recently someone working a voodoo doll of me hit the right spot and the need for a tune up arose. I’ve had plenty of surgery in my time, usually related to my innate ability to trip down stairs or some other, similar fête of acrobatic skill (not).
So anyway, we arrive into the large, well appointed waiting center. TV’s have channel ten on, and free coffee and beverages are provided for your waiting guests. I was pleasantly greeted and escorted back to a private prep room. The room had a large, very comfy leather chair that reminded me of the ‘dad’ chair in the maternity rooms.
We’ll keep to the highlights. The gown I was given was the new style ‘bair’ gown. Apparently designed to be connected to a heated air supply. Seriously. It’s a great idea, as I’ve heard many friends express how cold these waiting areas can be. They plug you in, turn this on, and viola, toasty warm! Frankly, the gown itself was warm enough for me and felt more like a sauna suit. You are also provided with a personal garment bag to put your belongings in. You may take the bag, but they don’t let you keep the hanger, which is a shame as it’s a big heavy metal one.
Everyone was pleasant and attentive. From registration all the way to the guy who wheeled me out the door, ‘best care anywhere’ was definitely the case. Another highlight was the anesthesia doc, who numbed my hand prior to inserting the IV. Let me tell you, I hate IV’s. The feeling of that tube laying in there just does not make it on my happy list at all. By numbing me first, I didn’t feel a thing. It was a small, but for me, important touch that took a lot of the stress of the event out.
So if the need arises in your life for a little tune up, let me recommend this place. They even validate your parking at the 11^th street garage, and let’s face it, after the $ 100K+ procedure you probably just had, you’ll need every one of those saved dollars for your co-​pay!