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The Long Island College Hospital
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Neighborhood: Cobble Hill
339 Hicks St
(between Atlantic Ave & Pacific St)
Brooklyn, NY 11201
(718) 522-1099
339 Hicks St
(between Atlantic Ave & Pacific St)
Brooklyn, NY 11201
(718) 522-1099
- Nearest Transit:
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Court St-Borough Hall (2, 3, 4, 5, M, R, W)
- By Appointment Only:
- No
7 reviews for The Long Island College Hospital
Orthopedic Department:
Positives: I saw Dr. Uribe after I sprained my ankle and have to say that my experience was better than expected. Dr. Uribe was very competent and attentive. He asked me detailed questions and after examining my ankle, he sent me to get x-rays right away and the 2 techs were very pleasant. The attending physician's assistant was personable and very nice.
Negatives: It was a b*tch to get an appointment. It took me 2 hours to get through to a live appointment scheduler. I had doubts about this facility when I finally made the appointment, but I felt that I had no choice because the hospital is 3 blocks from my house and I was in pain. I didn't want to spend cab fare to take me to and from a facility in the city and felt that it might be as busy or even worse. I also didn't want to spend the $100 in emergency room co-pay and wait countless hours in the ER room, since my injury wasn't life threatening.
LICH doesn't look as clean or as modern as Methodist or St. Vincent's but I choose to give birth at LICH mainly because it was one of the hospitals my midwife delivered at and also because they have hot tubs for those going for drug-free births. In the end the hot tub was not all it was cracked up to be for laboring but LICH's labor and delivery nurses were more than excellent, I give 10 stars to our attending nurse, Eva.
The maternity ward itself was not quite as satisfying, mainly because we wanted our own private room but got caught in a mini-brooklyn baby boom and ended up having to share a room, which meant daddies have to leave by 9pm (although this didn't seem strictly enforced).
Minus 2 stars for the nurse that was waving paperwork in my face in the midst of a contraction. Plus 1 star for the helpful guy (not affiliated with the hospital just being nice) in the lobby who carried my birthing ball to the elevator bay for us.
C.'s been in and out of the LICH for the last two weeks, and even though we're both tired of the hospital -- going does have an initial allure and intrigue that quickly wears off -- I'm quite impressed by the staff and facilities.
First of all, C.'s fine. (Phew!) She went to the ER early last week (after our return from Wisconsin), graduated to intensive care and then the RCU -- and was released last weekend. Then, Tuesday morning, she experienced a mysterious pain that concerned her and went back to the ER. It was nothing new, really -- a result of her the previously concerning health condition -- but they've kept her for observation for a couple of days now. Hopefully, she'll be released today.
The hospital is old. Or, parts of it are. And the different buildings, old and new, are connected with elevated walkways over Amity and other streets. The main building at Hicks and Atlantic, the main entrance, is located on the former site of a movie theater, bakery, and other shops. The ER staff is expert, and the folks in the RCU are great.
There's an Au Bon Pain and Taco Bell (fast food in hospitals, ew) on the premises; the gift shop struck me as slightly skimpy; and there's a Bank of America ATM. It's the Bank of America ATM closest to Cobble Hill, and it doesn't show up in the bank's online ATM directory as far as I can tell. Good to know about.
Because one thing I've learned is that you can walk pretty much anywhere in this hospital without getting stopped by anyone. Just act like you know where you're going. And be sure to use the Purell dispensers located throughout the complex to wash your hands.
Because if you're caught trespassing, you'll at least want clean hands.
Unless you're on the verge of death I urge you to stay away from this hospital. There was no one in the waiting area for the emergency room and for some odd reason it took them 3 hours to even look in our direction. When my boyfriends skull was bleeding and he was vomitting all over the floor i decided it was time to pay the nurses a visit and I stormed into the ER and asked what the hell was taking so long. I actually was nice about it and they all looked at me like i had 4 heads. "THE DOCTOR WILL BE WITH YOU AS SOON AS HE CAN!!!"
Bitch! Don't yell at me! Are you crazy?! Don't you know im Elite?!
After 4 hours and $800 worth of stitches we were back on our way home. There's no way it should have taken 4 hours and all that attitude...at 3am.
One day I woke up in the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life (and will hopefully ever have to experience, child birth aside). The left side of my lower back had what felt like some sort of horrible cramp, yet the hot baths and frozen veggie burgers I used in attempts to alleviate the pain did nothing. I tried to take Advil, but couldn't keep anything down. I called my mother in a panic because surely I had to be dying. My dad told her it was probably kidney stones, but I was skeptical as that seems like such an old man thing to have. She wanted to call an ambulance for me, but I finally got up the nerve to decide to go to the hospital. The prospect of going to the emergency room by myself was so scary that I called my ex boyfriend who I hadn't talked to in about a month. He said he would meet me at the dorm I was living in and accompany me there, but when he called 20 minutes later to tell me that he had forgotten his wallet and was heading back to his apartment to get it before he got on the train, I told him I couldn't take it anymore and went outside my building to try to hail a taxi myself. Unusual as it was for Brooklyn Heights on a weekend, a cab pulled right around the corner and I was able to get it. I can't remember how, but I had the name of Long Island College Hospital and I asked him to take me there. The cab ended up dropping me off at the wrong building, so I had to hobble up the street to where the ER actually was.
When I walked in, there wasn't a nurse, but I spoke to a security guard who found one for me very quickly. I sat in the waiting room for about 5 minutes before I was brought into a room near the entrance (triage?). They asked me questions, I filled out papers, rated my pain a 10 and had my blood pressure taken. The machine they have is horrible! I couldn't sit still because of the pain in my back and the more I moved, the tighter the thing squeezed my arm until I wanted to cry. Finally, the nurse removed it, let me try again and I was able to stay still enough to not elicit the vice grip of death. I would have liked to have dealt someone with a better bedside manner. I was panicking and miserable and all the lady could say was, "MMhmm, we see that..." when I stuttered my apologies and said I was just nervous after the blood pressure situation.
I was told once more that I most likely had kidney stones and was lead to the part of the emergency room with all of the cots. I put the hospital gown (which provides NO WARMTH whatsoever) on and laid in agony for what felt like hours. Doctors and nurses came by to poke at me and finally, after over an hour, I was told that I couldn't get any medication until I gave a urine sample. After at least another half an hour, I was given a sample cup and another hospital gown to wear backwards on my way to the bathroom. After I er, procured the sample, I tried to hand it to the nurse who gave me the cup on my way back to the cot. She refused to take it and said she would get it in a couple minutes. A half an hour I was still holding the cup with my urine in it! Keep in mind, I was still writhing in agony and hadn't seen the ex yet, who was in the waiting room. I didn't mind seeing him in the gown, but holding a cup of pee was just too much. Finally, another half hour elapsed and a doctor came by to talk to me. I told her that I had been holding the cup for an hour and she seemed disgusted (with the nurses, not me). She took it and sent a nurse to give me an i.v. and a shot of painkillers. By this time, I'd been in the hospital for about 3 hours. I must have passed the stone shortly before the nurse gave me the painkillers because I started feeling fine when she started jabbing my veins with needles. Apparently, my veins are rather elusive because the woman blew about 3 of them. I left the hospital looking like I had actually been in for heroine overdose as where my arm bends were black and blue. Finally, the doctor gave me the iv and shot without any problems and I felt fine. I fell asleep and after about a half hour was brought in for a CAT scan. Another half an hour, I was told that I must have passed the stones because none showed up in the scan and I was free to go. I walked home, laughing to myself about how great it felt to feel so good after being in such enormous pain for the entire day.
The next day I received a call saying that there were some stones that the original technician missed and I should return if I experienced any pain. I didn't want to go back and deal with the hospital BS again, so I took Tylenol pm when my back hurt in the subsequent weeks and was able to sleep through it. Unfortunately, I slept through a lot of my Fall semester at college, as well, but that's another story.
I recently paid a visit to the emergency room of the Long Island College Hospital. It was my first trip to the ER in NYC and I wasn't sure what to expect. I'm sure that everyone has a different experience depending on what time they're here, what they're here for, etc., but I felt that I had to yelp it up for LICH because I had a great experience here. All of the doctors and nurses were attentive and helpful and I felt truly taken care of. I hope that you don't have to ever pay a visit to the ER, but if you do, I definitely recommend LICH.
And the phones didn't work in the waiting room. I called phone co., the next day, but never checked that they were fixed.
