Emory Johns Creek Hospital

“Oooh fuuudge.”

Only I didn’t say “fudge.” Yeah, I said it as the pain shot through me. It hurt. But more than the pain, it just didn’t look right. It was also Sunday, which meant I was bound for the emergency room. Which hospital did I choose? Emory Johns Creek. What happened? You’ll have to keep reading.

It has that medical school mystique right there in the name. “Emory”. I don’t know if it is true, but a hospital with a top university in the name seems to hold so much more credibility. I have nothing whatsoever to back that up, but it sounds good. It is kinda like sending your kid off to college. Do you want to tell the golf buddies that you sent junior to Emory University or North Paducah College? Same for medical stuff. “Yeah, I got my ingrown toenail removed at… Emory.” Oh la la!

But that’s not why I went there. Of course not.

My first experience at Emory Johns Creek was three years ago. My wife was pregnant with our second baby. Our first was born at Northside (what I call the baby factory). Emory had just opened and was in-network for our insurance. Not only was it closer to home, but they also sported a level 3 NICU. I don’t exactly know what that means, but 3 is better than 1 and 2. And, God forbid, if something were to happen to little Bubba, I’d want a level 3 NICU. Thankfully we didn’t need it.

So the decision on where to have the baby was a no brainer, Emory! Our son was among the first born in the new hospital. The staff were just terrific. They were much more personable and friendly than what we found at Northside. I blame some of that on them just not being as busy. Northside delivers a gajillion babies every minute. It is easy to get lost in their shuffle. But the employees at Emory all seem to love what they are doing, from the MD’s down to the cafeteria workers.

So fast forward to a few months ago. Into the Emory ER I go with… a stubbed toe. I felt like an idiot but the thing was pointed sideways. I hobbled into the ER and signed in. My first impression was… this place still has that new hospital smell! Even after three years! It was beautiful inside. There was almost no wait before I was back to see the doctor. The ER doctor was funny, giving me crap for breaking my “wee wee wee all the way home toe.” I told him that if this medical thing he has doesn’t work out he could try standup.

I survived the broken toe, barely. Thought about playing it up, like a man cold, but I held off. I’ll get back to you on surviving baby number two. He’s a handful.

Emory Johns Creek is a winner. Nice hospital, not crowded at all, with super friendly staff. It is my first choice for most hospital needs. I say most because I’d take my kids straight to Children’s Healthcare at Scottish Rite of course. A good rule of thumb to follow… If they are still in the womb or on the verge of coming out… Emory. Once they are a tax deduction, CHOA.

I don’t always get sick, but when I do, I choose Emory Johns Creek. Stay healthy my friends.

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