Brian W.
1/5
I’ve been going there for about a year and my last visit was food bloodwork and was the final straw. When I was called into the hallway from the waiting room I noticed a door was open to a back porch. I said, “I didn’t know there was a porch up here.”
Vanessa, the receptionist, said, “We have a weird smell we can’t figure out so we opened the door to air it out.” Awesome.
I was handed a solo cup with my first name written on the side in sharpie and told to use the bathroom to leave a urine sample. “Just leave it in there,” she said.
I would rate the bathroom slightly above a gas station but far below what you’d like to see at a doctor’s office. The hot water didn’t work, there was no soap in any of the dispensers and the best part was that there were already three open solo cups of urine on the back of the toilet with other people’s first names written on them. No paper towels or hand dryer.
I was sent to Tabitha for my blood draw. All of her tools were scattered about her workspace and, surprise! Another name-scrawled open solo cup full of urine on the table with the tourniquet, needle, and blood collection tubes for my samples.
I’d honestly overlook all of this if they could get my drug prescriptions or referrals done. I’ve been going to the pharmacy every day for the last two weeks and they cannot give me my meds because Vanessa hasn’t managed to get the info in properly.
Three times over the last month I’ve given her the phone numbers to the offices THEY REFERRED ME TO and the receptionists at those referrals tell me they have nothing from her every single day.
Despite them having no business being in healthcare, I will say they are very friendly.
If you care about your health don’t bother coming here.
