Wellgroup Health Partners

UGH!
I got a letter in the mail Saturday that my gynecologist is no longer there, either. WTF! And delightfully, my appointment for my annual exam is scheduled (um, with HER) later this month. You’d think they’d call me to let me know and/​or try to convince me to see another gyno there. But no, my appointment will come and go.
What the hell are they thinking?
This is just super. Now I have to find a new primary care doc AND gyno, and DAMMIT, I really like both of them. (If you can’t tell by my tone and caps, I am super, duper angry).

I have a long history with these clinics. I started taking, my now 32 year old son, as a baby to Dr. Goldberg. The finest pediatrician anyone could ever asked for. He was kind, compassionate and followed up the next day with any results of tests being taken. Over the years we found a new doctor at the Frankfort office. Dr. Jackson is an excellent doctor. She has since left or was fired from the Wellgroup partners. The reason for the one star, this office is COMPLETELY disorganized. You cannot get through to a nurse and when you finally do they don’t call you back, they don’t follow up on test results and the front desk women are horribly rude. I waited 2 weeks to see if my daughters foot was fractured. I had to call and make a big stink at the Chicago Heights branch before I could get an answer. They need to stop letting good doctors go and look at the horrible customer service this location provides. The days of Dr. Goldberg are long gone. I would have given a 0 if I could. Do yourself a favor and bypass the Chicago Heights and Frankfort brances.

There are a number of doctors who have offices here and in the Chicago Heights location. I am thrilled to death that Dr. Aronson and Dr. Rademaker are out in Frankfort on a regular basis, they are superb Doctors.
But my favorite aspect of this medical clinic is its Urgent Care After Hours facility. I have availed myself of its services on numerous occasions but the most memorable was New Years Eve.
My husband and I had reservations downtown and I was whiling away the hours by cutting fabric for a new quilt, using my rotary cutter when I suddenly cut off about ¹⁄₃ of the tip of my left index finger. Holy Quentin Tarrantino, that sucker would not stop bleeding so my husband drove me here.
When I checked in, the nurse, to her credit, did not even crack a smile when she asked the cause of my accident and I replied, «Quilting.» I did, however, denote a bit of fun in her voice when she called out, «We’ve got a quilting victim here.» Everyone there had nothing else to do but rush to see it and I got the care of my life. They stitched me up pronto and sent me on my way tactfully suppressing their mirth. We all agreed that the truly memorable New Years Eves in medical facilities all begin with Quilting accidents.
And we made our reservations!
Now that’s a 5 star Medical group.