Piedmont Atlanta Hospital Wound Care & Hyperbaric Center

I’ve been going here since I was born, since I have a heart condition. Throughout the years I’ve made many friends and two best friends that are staff, I have only two more years to go until I go to a different hospital and I know I’m gonna cry on that last day. This hospital is like no other, everyone is sweet and friendly. They genuinely care about your well being. My condition is 1 in 18 million and they went out of their way when I was little to find me someone with the same condition as me so I didn’t feel alone. I feel sort of blessed in a way to have my heart problem because I got to experience the magic of this hospital and believe me I wouldn’t be alive without all their help. I love this hospital so much and I honestly can’t say enough good things about Sick Kids. Love the staff, the atmosphere and experiences.

Excellent experience. I had to go to the ER today due to an acute dermatitis. The staff at the Piedmont Hospital ER were extremely friendly and efficient. I was in and out with treatment and prescriptions in 40 minutes. I would highly recommend this ER to anyone who is in need of urgent care.

Everyone was just so nice and patient with me. This was the first surgery I ever had and my first time going under general anesthesia. So, needless to say, I was a little nervous. The nurses and the anesthesiologist made sure I was comfortable and went over everything with me slowly. I was in for my surgery at 1. The last I remember was the anesthesiologist going, «And here comes the ane-​» before I was out. I woke up about 1 hour after my surgery. The nurse told me everything went well — a ¹⁰⁄₁₀. She let me eat my crackers and drink my Sprite at my own pace. Once I started to become coherent, she asked if I would like to go home. When I told her yes, she went and grabbed a wheelchair for me and helped me get into it. Another nurse took me out to my car very slowly since the pain meds for my knee hadn’t fully kicked in yet. She, too, helped me into the back of my car.
For my first surgery experience, I would say it went pretty well. Everyone made me feel calm. If I ever need something done again, I hope it will be back at Piedmont.

I am impressed with the staff and their service! From a Friday night ER admittance to a Monday morning discharge, everyone here was super friendly, congenial, and knowledgeable!
The staff accessed prior admittance records to have medical history and talked with family to gain current medical needs.
Whenever family was in for a visit the staff and doctors made sure to stop in and provide a detailed update. No one was ever in the dark about what was going on.
Love the 24hr visitation! Parking is easy, convenient and moderate in price. The food served here is delish both for patient and guest!
Love the ease access to I-​85 and local pharmacies too!

I love Piedmont Hospital because they work with Kaiser so it all works out, I love the food 3500 Piedmont Dinning I stayed calling them to have me a nice breakfast, lunch and dinner. The nurses on 6^th south were so cool I made many many friends the nurses over on the 6^th floor north it seemed as if I was in a different world overall if im sick or in an emergency please take me to Piedmont now if I have major trauma take me to Grady. Piedmont is the Best plus the nurses are very attractive oh yes indeed

I was in Piedmont Hospital Atlanta for 3 days for an irregular heart rhythm and elevated heart rate; and everyone was super nice, especially nurse Courtney! My only concern was that I learned I must have a sensitivity to the Tele monitor connection pads as they left irritation/​burn marks on my body.

This hospital is a wonder place! Everyone who works there is always on top of everything! They just want you to feel better! I will always go to this hospital for all my medical needs! When i have children i will also bring them here as well! LOVE this hospital

Best ever. If my daughter were sick, I’d bring her here.
From the ER staff, to surgery, across the board there are 98% rock stars, people who genuinely care. Well educated, dedicated, compassionate, wonderful people.
Yes, there’s about 2% of characters that hide from work to talk on phones, try to borrow money, ask for your personal belongings while you are in the hospital, don’t speak appropriate english, complain about their jobs to the patients and yes, some are down right rude and ignorant on the phone and in person. But! get past that little occasional run in with a low life, it’s statistically improbable that you are going to get 100% of super stars. That kind of thing happens no matter what is done to try to prevent it. It’s just a sad reality. It’s infrequent, the norm is outstanding service, care and expertise.
Piedmont has my admiration and my trust. Love it. Recommend it. Can’t say enough good things.

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Despite having having numerous family and friends employed in medical fields across the country, I’ve never had to «go to a hospital» as a patient before. It can be an intimating and disconcerting experience.
But if you «have» to go to a hospital then Piedmont is a good choice. I found it to be a well run facility. The nurses and technicians were all hard working and the majority of them were friendly and kind. There are dry erase boards in the patient rooms where staff write their names and the daily routine which is helpful when you are in a place that seems to move at the speed of sound. (Speaking of sound, there does seem to a lot of slamming doors attached to supply rooms, that can get beyond annoying… I should take off half a star for that… Also and oddly, the rooms, at least on the orthopedic floor, still have the old school ‘square’ television sets with somewhat crappy picture, but at least the necessary controls are integrated into the bed frame along with other useful tools for calling the nurse, etc … which is a plus (— sort of) but if you’re lucky, you’ll probably be doing more less sleeping and less tv-​ing.
You may have heard jokes over the years about «hospital food» but the food served at Piedmont is actually quite good. You may be in a position where you are sick to the point you don’t want to eat (like myself) but Piedmont can whip you up something like an exquisite fruit salad that can temp you back to the joys of eating.
So again, if you absolutely «have» to be in a hospital, tell your ambulance driver to take you to Piedmont.

Friendliest staff. Attentive and caring nurses. All I can say. Overall, service was great.

This review is solely for the ED. 90% of the experiences I’ve had there have been outstanding. Friendly and receptive staff; short wait times; overall really good. However, one experience was horrid. I was ignored, blatantly told I was unimportant as a patient and the nurses intoned I was a liar. However, I filed a complaint with patient services the next day and they were incredible responsive and helpful.
It’s terrible being sick– you don’t need the added stress of biased and unprofessional behavior by medical staff. Hopefully this will never happen again.

My experience here has been more bad than good. The good: excellent nurses on the fourth floor.
Day 1: First they didn’t give me anything for pain when I woke up from surgery but insisted upon making me lay flat (and twisting my back to and fro) to take x-​rays, then they didn’t bring me tissues while I cried from the agony — leaving me there alone to blow my nose in my pillow and the nurse scolded me for removing my oxygen tube so I could blow my nose. Next, I couldn’t see because they didn’t clean the goop off of my eyes (they use it during surgery) so I had no idea where I was or who was around me — turned out there were plenty of nurses around but no one cared enough to check on me.
Day 1: nurse gave me sips of gingerale. Even though it is written in my chart that I am allergic to aspartame and am lactose intolerant, the gingerale had aspartame in it.
Evening 1: they told me I could press the button every 8 minutes. Then the pain med button stopped working. I called for a nurse. 18 minutes later (I timed it) I called again. 20 minutes after the first call, a nurse who wasn’t my own came in and said I’d reached my limit for the four-​hour period. That made no sense but she left. 30 minutes after calling for help my nurse appeared and told me she had submitted a request to up my medication. 40 minutes after calling for help I was finally given something for pain.
Night 1: I was given jello and applesauce for dinner. Unbeknownst to me, both had aspartame in them. I also had pudding but didn’t want milk products. I declined to eat the lemon ice because it had aspartame listed as an ingredient. Severe migraine, stomach cramps and vomiting began in the middle of the night.
Morning 2: I was told the Dilaudid was the cause of my migraine and vomiting and was given Zofran. For breakfast I was given more jello with aspartame. Headache, cramps and vomiting resumed. I started losing my vocabulary. I couldn’t say what I was trying to say, called my pillows wooden boards and other items things they weren’t. I started hallucinating and talking to people who weren’t here. I couldn’t tell the difference between a dream and reality.
Day 2: asked for help to go to the bathroom. Waited 20 minutes and called again. Nurse said she was with another patient but didn’t know why another nurse wasn’t sent to help. Seemed like every time I ate I would get worse.
Evening 2: finally agreed to take ½ recommended dose of flexeril for stomach cramps. Nurse cut the wrong pill in half. Glad I caught that! She went home sick. Great. I hope she didn’t leave germs in my room!
Morning 3: still arguing over why I’m on a liquid diet! They sent me yogurt (a milk product I refused) so I almost ate the jello again but asked Peter to call the food service people to see if they had anything else. He found out on the phone that all of the food I had been consuming had aspartame in it. They had been poisoning me! So I ate fresh organic fruit from home. Thank goodness Peter brought it!
Day 3: the vomiting and stomach stopped when I stopped eating hospital food and declined flexeril and Zofran. I was actually able to stand up and walk. Still have a headache but feeling much better.
Evening 3: Tonight I’ve asked to stop taking the IV Dilaudid. I hope to flush out all of the remaining poisons and hope the headache will go away.
Tomorrow: I’ve demanded to speak to the managers about the care I’ve received. I want assurances that their people will be trained on allergies, that all foods are labeled with ingredients so their patients aren’t poisoned like I was.
Friends don’t let friends have surgery here.

It’s kind of hard to review an entire hospital, as there are many components that make up a hospital. but I can tell you what I do know.
Key Points:
–The specialists are some of the best in Atlanta. They are professional, knowledgeable, and respectful of a patients time.
–The lab techs (not nurses) I have encountered have not been the most experienced at drawing blood.
–One of the best things about being a Piedmont patient is «MyChart», an online chart system that lets you view your lab results, send the doctor messages, and keep track of your health chart. They even have an app. What is more, is that if you see any other Piedmont affiliated physician, they can easily access MyChart so that they are all on the same page. No need to request a copy of your records to bring to another doctor.
*Convenient location.
*Friendly nurses
*Parking decks across from hospital.

I have always had good experiences with any of the Piedmont locations, and have luckily never needed anything serious. Today, I had to go to the hospital for additional testing, and it was no different.
Not only are all of their employees friendly, but they are thorough and detail-​oriented, too. The process is very streamlined to allow for the best use of the drs/​nurses/​techs time, but they also do customer service very well. I was very impressed and thankful for this experience. When you get referred for extra tests, you are usually going to be stressed out and worried. The nice people at Piedmont did everything they could to ease my worries. You guys rock!

So recently I had a little health scare and my primary care physician had to refer me for further testing that could not be done in her office. I loathe hospitals – try to avoid them at all cost – but a visit to Piedmont Hospital turned out to be a very good experience. For starters, the hospital is very easy to get to from I-​75 and parking was plentiful (I used to parking deck). Every employee that I encountered, from the nurses to the technicians to the office staff who take care of getting all of your insurance information, all wore smiles on their faces and had excellent bedside manners. The department that I had to visit was very well organized, and I don’t think that I had to wait around for more than 15 minutes in any one place. All in all, Piedmont Hospital was a great experience and I would definitely visit them again if I needed to.

Had my son here last year. My doctor is in this building over all great staff. The food wasn’t bad either.

Excellent place to have a baby, even for the gays. My God-​daugther was born here a couple of days ago. Her two mamas decided to have her at Piedmont. The nurses never even batted an eye or questioned their family in the least. They allowed the mommy 2 into the surgery room (c-​section), allowed her to hold the baby first, accepted her just as if she was the biological parent. They allowed all of us «family» members to hang out in the room even though none of us were family by blood. They accepted us all as family. It was incredible.
The nurses were kind, knowledgeable, patient, and truly seemed to care. They spent as much time as needed when checking in. They were excellent at making the new mom feel comfortable and empowered to take on this new life. Great experience!

If you have to spend five days in a hospital, I recommend Piedmont. All of my doctors are here, but little did I expect that a follow-​up visit my GP this past Wednesday (⁹⁄₅) would turn into a stay-​cation a mile from my house.
I’ll spare you the gory details, but let’s just say that I’d been having trouble keeping food down, even keeping a few sips of water down, needed to get some blood work done to check on thyroid levels and such (mostly benign, you think, when you’re fairly healthy and young ie mid-​30s) so I had an appt with my regular practice ⁸⁄₂₉. Once they got the results back and called me — impressively, two days later the Fri before Labor Day Weekend– they wanted to schedule a return visit due to some concerns and to discuss a few things. Appt set for ⁹⁄₅.
In the interim, the stuff hit the proverbial fan. From not being able to keep a thing down to stomach and lower back pain so excruciating I could not sleep for four days, among other unpleasantness, by the time I got to my appt this past week it was do not pass go, go straight to a gastro or to the ER (since no gastro could work me in by the time we got done at my GPs office), the ER it was. I am not a hypochondriac and tend to «pad» doctor’s recs (ie, «go today» can also mean «tomorrow’s fine too») but when the Boy and I sat down and looked at my doctor’s write up, we agreed — ER it was and J whisked me away. And Thank Heavens we did. We got through ER super-​quick because it turns out I was the patient with the highest acuity (is that the right way to say it? Whatever, I was just the worst off at the time). Everyone was top-​notch from start to finish (though at the beginning, we had no idea our Wed 4pm starting line would finish at 2pm Sun…)
Quick intake and processing in triage (the Q&A part). Short (30ish min wait) for blood to be drawn (only complaint is they use larger guage needles vs my dr and when they’re taking six vials-​ouch!)
Not too long a wait for a private room before my CT scan and a very nice attending, Dr Miles, who explained every step of the way. After they quickly reviewed my CT results and said I would definitely be spending the night, it was time to call my parents.
Nurses and doctors came and went, making sure I had some level of comfort (read: morphine and attavan) while we waited on a private room, My loved ones went off for an overnight bag, to tend to Luke and bring sustenance.
Over the next four days, I was taken such good care of by the staff on the cardiac wing (they were short on beds so somehow I ended up there!). While I was prodded, x-​rayed, put on drips, you name it they did it, they finally figured out what had been causing me so much distress: e-​coli had infected my bladder, then my blood, then given me a severe kidney infection. My stats were all over the place– from bp to heart rate (144 bpm seem normal?)and they discovered some unknown deficiencies (did you know that potassium is CRITICAL? If your level is below 5 do something about it). The care was round-​the-​clock, kind, and thorough. Food’s not great, but when Daddy brings you Panera or chick-​fil-​a, Mom brings diet sprite and books and the Boy brings in Houston’s and Fellini’s for dinner and Another Broken Egg for breakfast, all just to get me to eat, it’s not so bad.
I don’t relish ever having another hospital stay-​cation, but if I have to I’d pick Piedmont– I left with a detailed sheet of instructions of what I need to do to fully recover and stay well, a new doctor I know I can call with questions and a pretty basket of fleurs the Boy got from the hospital florist It’s an easy place for friends to visit and the potassium «shakes» they make for supplements are pretty tasty!

I’ve lived in some sketchy places. I’ve lived next to crack houses and in neighborhoods my mom generously described as «the slums.» (In crazy, Filipino mom voice:) «What is this place? You live in a SLUM.»
And that was one of the better places that she actually SAW. Hell, I used to live in the Poncey-​Highlands before it got all Whole Foodie and cute and the end of my street on Greenwood was used for anonymous hooker sex. I say all this because my daughter was born in Buckhead.
I spawned a potential Buckhead Betty. Me. Slum-​lovin’, crackhouse-​livin’, cheap booze drinkin’, surly ass ME has a daughter who originates in BUCKHEAD. (Cue Tex Avery sound effect.)
This is all because my wife chose Piedmont Hospital in which to give birth. Why Piedmont Hospital as opposed to, say, Northside aka the Baby Factory? Well, namely, she chose Piedmont because it’s NOT a so-​called baby factory. She wanted more individualized attention. She wanted access to a bathtub during labor. She had a birth plan printed up and ready. Also, her OB Gyn group (who she LOVES) is associated with Piedmont Hospital.
It all starts with the pre-​birth tour. (Ours was surprisingly crowded, with at least 18 other couples in tow.) Delivery Day went smoothly since we already filled out our paperwork to give at check-​in. They checked us into our L&D Room and we waited. And waited. And wai – OOOOWWW — ted. And waited. And — -OOOWW – waited.
My wife decided on a drug-​free delivery because she’s a bad ass so we did all the hippy dippy stuff that we learned in birthing class to mitigate the pain. We walked the halls (in which there were thankfully railings at every point.) We took advantage of the bath/​shower. We changed positions and I massaged her back. (Hippy dippy, yes, but it seems to work.) Our doula worked her magic as well.
I watched some TV too. (Hey, there’s a TV in the L&D room. Did I mention the waiting?)
When the time came & the alarm was pressed, the OB pit crew surrounded my wife with practiced efficiency. Tool tray set up. People placed into position. Beads of sweat being extruded (OK, those was mine.) PUSH and PUSH and… whoa. Wait, you want me to cut WHAT? I’m not prepared to… um, ok.
(For the record, cutting the umbilical cord feels like trying to cut a really tough piece of calamari.)
Hello, mewling, slime-​covered child. I’m your daddy. I… wish…I were better… at the… putting of the words together so that I could greet you properly. I… crap. Did that just happen?
Things wound down. Tools put away. Placenta carted off. (Yeah, they never show THAT part in the movies.) Before long, we were moved to our post-​delivery room.
The post delivery room has all the charm of a 1960s sanitarium room only with the added benefit of overlooking some snazzy rooftop air conditioning units. Doesn’t matter. We had the one thing we needed parked in the little plexiglass crib beside us. Each couple gets their own room. The husband spends the night in the fold-​out chair/​cot if he wants (and really, you should.)
Tips/​observations: we brought extra food and drinks in a cooler because, well, this turned out to be one hell of a road trip. Of course you can order your meals from food service and/​or there’s a cafeteria in the other building whose costs were pretty reasonable, but, eh, they don’t serve beer. Of which was in our cooler. Because daddy was a little stressed out too.
Guests are welcome, of course. What with the baby lo-​jack, they came & went with nary a worry.
Most of the night nurses were fairly sensitive to the exhaustion you’re bound to feel. They’ll speak in low tones & go about their business like quiet, scrub-​clad elves. But then you’ll get that one nurse who DOESN’T quite believe that a sleepy time volume is necessary & you, dear patient, will want to stab her every time she comes into the room.
Bring an extra set of blankets & pillows. It’s cold in there & hospital pillows suck.
I noticed, during delivery, I never changed into a set of scrubs, like they do in the movies. In fact, I was still wearing my same old grimy hoodie from the day before when my child was born. I can’t believe TV lied to me.
They’ll validate your parking.
The sound for the TV goes through the bed control; you’re better off watching a video on your laptop, New Dad, ’cause you won’t be able to hear crap unless you’re the one lying in the hospital bed. There’s free wi-​fi.
Hospital volunteers come around with their cart of merch &, on one hand you’ll think, «How crass and opportunistic» while your other hand reaches for your wallet to buy that «Born in Piedmont Hospital» onsie for the scrapbook.
Keep everything they give you – pacifiers, blankets, etc. Turns out the hospital pacifier is the only one the baby likes.
We were lucky. We were (& still are) so immensely lucky to have the baby we got. No issues, no complications, & our few days were exhausting & terrifying & exhilarating & sigh. I’ve got daughter now. Who was born in Buckhead.

As I get older, my body starts falling apart. So I had to come here many times for neurological, ENT, gastro-​intestinal, and other problems. Every time I come here, I feel that I’m in good hands.
This place is big. However, It is not hard to get around. Their facilities seem updated and modern. My locker room, where I had to change into my gown, had an electronic safe deposit box for my clothes. I thought that was cool.
The nurses and doctors here all seem friendly. I was actually impressed at the number of tests they did to me if I tell them something felt wrong. Usually, other doctors I have experience with don’t care much or just assume something without testing. The doctors at Piedmont Hospital, at least the ones I’ve seen, seem to actually care about figuring out what’s wrong with you.