1 /5 Kevin Do: If you are getting your wisdom teeth removed, buckle up, put your gears on 2, and listen closely to the experience that Ive "survived" (because it felt like that).
Firstly, getting an appointment is fairly easy and straightforward, not going to lie, its nice having such procedure procured in a timely manner.
Now that the pros of this place is settled, lets talk the cons. Which is the only reason this place is getting a 1 star.
It feels like a butcher house, with each patient going in and out as fast as possible, where doctors, associates, nurses, who knows even the janitor too, trying to clean, prepare, and get the next patient in.
Its now my turn. I get put in the adjacent room where Ill be operated on, and as this moment I can hear much noises of cleaning and preparing, so nothing much was going through my mind at this point.
One nurse came to put a needle in my inner elbow, and I could tell she was a novice based on the interactions and her demeanor, but understand everyone starts from somewhere. So she attempts one, and pain. But I give no complaints as she tries for two. Pain. But still no complaints. Attempt three. So much pain, that I had to wince and she noticed and gave up.
Make your novice nurses practice more in the back please it hurts so bad, my words are understated.
I get called to the operating table, and much discourse is occuring, Im confused, concerned, like a child without their mother in walmart. No information is given, no reassurance, straight operating time.
But what about the anesthesia you might ask? This veteran of a lady, whom I may or may not invite to my wedding (its a no) comes up to me, balls my hand to a fist, then without a warning, uses her ancesterial power of a 3000 horse powered truck and jammed, not insert, a needle in my hand. And proceeded to, for some unholy scripture, to vibrate it as violently as possible.
But I tank the pain. Realizing its no use at this point. So much chaos, so little reassurance, I thought I too wouldve saw grandpa.
Nonetheless they proceed.
Next thing you know Im awake, is the procedure over you ask?
Ask the drilling in my mouth, the bright lights through my eyes lids, they all point to --> NO.
So I muster the energy, the courage, to raise my right arm, and back slap someones stomach. To which Im out.
Next thing I notice Im going in and out of my anesthesia DURING my operation.
Then in a wheelchair, then shooed out through a back entrance to a car then my safe homely abode.
No sorry, no apologies, straight business, their motto "in and out".