St Alexius Hospital

This is the best hospital in St. Louis for personalized patient care. I came into the ER, sent to the back immediately, vital signs taken, labs, and other tests. Dr. Kyzer was not only friendly but quickly diagnosed my condition. Dr. Kumaran, a general surgeon, was called in and after a quick consultation I was brought up to The Operating Room. Gall Bladder removed and recovered in a private room on 5^th floor with cable TV. Food was tasty too. Out next day and healed up nicely. Love that place.

A family member had surgery at this hospital. I found the people caring and concerned about our welfare. I was impressed by the boutique building and more impressed by the care from both phyiscians and employees. I felt like a person when discussing my uncle. I loved that the hospital upheld the Catholic beliefs. For a hospital, our experience was superb and I highly recommend it. It was a homelike feeling as opposed to the impersonal and conveyor belt medicine of the larger hospitals in St. Louis.

Like most people, I’m not a big fan of hospitals. The only experiences i’ve had involve cancer and people not leaving them. So, I was a little worried to hear some of the comments about St. A, the hospital where I’d be undergoing gastric banding surgery.
«It’s old, it’s falling apart, it’s dark and creepy and people try and push their religion on you.»
I’m happy to report back that all, except the last, are untrue.
As cliched as it may be, the people are really the lifeblood of this place. From the first blood test, everyone was fantastic. Cheerful without being syrupy. But, more important than demeanor, they worked fast. I had to go in for a day of tests and they zipped me from department to department, I never sat and waited for than a few minutes.
The staff in the NewStart wing was really friendly and human. They were jokey and some even had the balls to tell them they hated NYC — I’m talking to you Dr. Shah the anesthesiologist! After the surgery, the nursing staff was great — prompt, friendly and quick with the pain meds.
There was one sweet old lady that I wanted to punch in her liver-​spotted face. After surgery, Betty came walking into my room and asked if I was Christian. I said no and her immediate response was «So, you don’t believe in God?» No Betty, i’m a heathen. Christianity is obviously the only option, right Betty? As if the picture of the new pope in the lobby wasn’t enough to make you turn to Rock & Roll.
No matter how prepared you are, it’s always a little scary to go in for surgery. But everyone, except Betty, kept me at ease and I felt great the whole way through.