Trinity Medical Centre

I consider myself extremely lucky not only to have my doctor’s surgery so nearby it’s almost the same building as my apartment block, but this doctor’s surgery. I’d travel to it. Located adjacent to the Angel Centre, a place so lovely and charitable you feel better about humanity just walking past, Trinity Medical Centre has a good vibe to it from the get-​go.
The staff here bend over backwards for you and make you feel safe and comfortable. An example is when I realised I’d run out of something, I called in to get my blood pressure taken for a repeat prescription and although they were mega busy, when I explained the situation and said I needed it for tonight, the receptionist said, ‘Ooh, you are cutting it fine aren’t you!’ and managed to squeeze me in with a nurse. However this meant that the prescription was only an emergency one and some pharmacies wouldn’t accept it — not only did the receptionist know of a pharmacy that probably would, she rang them up, checked, and when they confirmed she told them to expect me in about an hour. She was doing her job and then some.
The nurses here are spot on. When I went for my first smear, a well-​known uncomfortable experience at best, the gentle, calm lady with a terrific sense of humour talked me through every single step of it and told me what to expect. As a result, I don’t fear my next one. She was both professional and reassuring. She even talked me through what would happen to my sample and how they’d analyse it, with medical knowledge and enthusiasm, a winning combo.
Trinity Medical Centre exudes an aura of tranquillity. Even if you’re stressed out you’ll soon be put at ease. When I returned from France having been in hospital there for a knee operation, my mother was obviously somewhat frantic about getting my aftercare and physiotherapy sorted. Again, the superb receptionist (Paula) sorted it all out. We were worried about the French medical notes, she said they have translators at the hospital as ‘this sort of thing happens all the time’. She rang the orthopaedic ward at Hope Hospital on our behalf and bagged us an appointment for literally the next morning (this was done the day I’d flown back from France).
With the sheer amount of students that descend on Salford every year, any that need to visit a doctor regularly for prescriptions should register with this local one. I did, and I still use it to this day. Heck, even if I move I’d probably jump back up here for appointments, I trust it that much.