I was extremely happy with my experience at Doctor in Italy. Dr Puccetti was professional, gave…read moreclear instructions, and was very courteous. The front desk staff was also fantastic.

I needed a finger drained of pus because I developed Paronychia but their doctor didn't do such a…read moreprocedure but they made arrangements for me to go to the surgical-center ASAP. So helpful

Nice to find a "drug store" when you need one. Had exactly what we needed and friendly staff.read more

Unlike pharmacies in the United States, in Italy, they function very independently and such…read morepharmacists can diagnose and prescribe medications as necessary. During my stay in Rome, I had the very unfortunate experience of fracturing my foot ( first day of arrival) and needed to get medical assistance nearby considering I could not walk. Friend stopped in search of an ankle brace and cane for me... although the staff in the pharmacy did not speak English, I think they were clearly able to understand what my friend went in for. Luckily they had what I needed to treat my fractured foot short term. Grazie!

Worst hospital I ever seen, something you would expect in a third world country during war. My son…read morebroke his elbow. Treated us like second hand citizen, the cast was the worst cast the hospital in Sweden ever seen and it weighed so much that our 11 year son hardly could carry it.

This place is worse than a hospital in a third would country. My father is lucky to have gotten out…read moreof there alive thanks to travel insurance. After sending photos of the disgusting state he was surrounded by & the food he was given, Allianz organised to move him within a couple of days into a real hospital with doctors, nurses, a reception desk & food served on plates not sealed plastic containers. His room was cleaned every day unlike the Policlinico & his bed was remote controlled so he didn't need a trash can behind his back to sit him up. YES ALL TRUE & HAVE PHOTOS. They dropped food on the floor & just put it back on the patients tray in front of our eyes. Blood stained sheets for days due to public holidays. 8 beds squashed together when my dad was immune compromised. 90 minutes a day for visiting hours & the nurses were too lazy to open the doors on time. We just kept banging on the door. Couldn't even get a hot cup of tea for my dad as he was struggling to breathe. And was advised by a local visitor to may be bake a cake for the nurses & they would look after him. My mum's response: "I haven't licked anyone's ass in my 75 years & ain't going to do it now!" Just go straight to the Rome America Hospital if you need care & want to survive.

I had a horrible crud cough (coughing up gross stuff) - I asked for medicine to help- normally I'd…read moreneed an antibiotic- the pharmacist recommended tea tree oil compressed pills- and a couple other things... told me what to take and when I wrote it in the box. Gave me a sale discount- I'm back home now in USA and I never needed antibiotics thanks to his herbal pills. So friendly and kind he really cared.

Glad to hear US doesn't require Negative Covid testing 24 hrs before reentry; as of June 12 2022…read more what goes around comes around. yeah, you bet. bye bye Piram!

I spent 3 days in the hell that was San Camillo's Emergency room. 20 hours I spent laying in my…read morewaste on a gurney in the hallway, I had a broken femur and was in horrible pain. I woke up alone, with no knowledge or memory of where I was, how I got there, and what had happened. I have never been treated more like an animal than I was there. I gave 2 stars because the actual treatment, cat scan, MRI and x-rays were top quality.I didn't eat or drink for over 36 hours but I had a drip. I begged for water but was ignored. I kept hearing myself referred to as Gli Americana like it was a dirty word. When they transferred me from my gurney to take a test I begged for them to be gentle but each time they yanked my mat over while I howled in excruciating pain. It was almost like they did it on purpose. I had a catheter put in in the middle of this huge emergency room with no privacy. The one little trifold screen that I saw was in use. Mercifully, after 3 days an orthopedic surgeon arrived to tell me my diagnosis. He was so kind and empathetic that I sobbed. I was trying to arrange to be medevaced home, but the Dr said that was too dangerous. The story had a happier ending as I was transferred to the Casa di Cura Pio XI hospital which was like a Ritz-Carlton. I can't say enough good things about my treatment there. As for Camillo, I feel like a survivor with PTSD. I never cry, but in the last month I find myself collapsing in sadness with no explanation other than the experience I went through.

Il servizio è stato pessimo, abbiamo aspettato un'ora il dottore, ma non è arrivato. Il personale…read morenon sapeva nemmeno quando sarebbe arrivato il dottore, ma il paziente era in gravi condizioni. Non hanno nemmeno provato a fare qualcosa per fargli riprendere conoscenza.

Unacceptable level of care for patients. Unclean patient area. This was a public hospital. If…read moreseriously injured, go to a private hospital.