St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust

I was born here! Not-​too-​many moons ago Daddy B brought Mummy B here through the thickest blanket of snow in years to deliver Katie B. It was a very quick labour, as my dad says: I’ve never had a lot of patience!
Anyway, a few years ago I had to undergo quite a scary surgery on my throat and for some reason I sought comfort in the fact I was referred to St George’s Hospital for the big op.
I had an amazing surgeon, Mr Williamson, some brilliant (and one gorgeous) student interns and the most fantastic, hard-​working and comforting nurses EVER on the wonderfully named Florence Nightingale ward.
I was in for three days and had to share my ward with all men, not nice, but they thoughtfully put me by the window and kept my curtain closed so I could have my privacy. The ward was clean and although I really hated the food the nurses were usually happy to give me extra yoghurt to make up for it.
Mr Williamson was a fabulous surgeon and although I lost my voice for six weeks it eventually came back and everything worked out well (some may consider that length of silence from me a blessing anyway).
This hospital houses some amazing staff and the amount of crap the nurses have to endure daily and the hours they work in comparison to their pay is shameful. Especially when you look at how much other people are paid in jobs much less significant!
Thank you to the nurses on the Florence Nightingale ward for giving me comfort and looking after me so well during the most frightening time of my life.