Nightmare On Tenth Avenue

Recharger, at Maimonides Hospital in Brooklyn last week to visit his uncle recovering from a heart attack, noticed that “the pre-eminent treatment facility and academic medical center in the Borough of Brooklyn” gives garbage a good name. “I don’t want to be here anymore- you’re lucky. You get to leave,” said Rose Chen, in for chronic depression. Then she showed us her room. Because orderlies hadn’t cleaned for three days, trash was piled up, her bed was unmade, old sheets and blankets were encrusted with filth. Yevgeniya Funk had her own horror story. The nine hours prior to her uncle’s surgery were spent trying to find him a waiting room. “He was shuffled around like a hockey puck.”

Hey Maimonides: you a hospital or dumpster?

– Susan Cruz