Hoo-RAH! My verdict on our new hospital
THE $2.3 billion new Royal Adelaide Hospital is a dump ... no, I’m just kidding. It’s very nice. It’s money well spent. It’s a palace of public health. The best kind of palace.
I attended last Sunday to visit a crook friend and have a Captain Cook (is that politically correct?) and see what all the fuss is about.
It was very quiet. There were three patients who needed little patience in the Emergency Department, which we used to call Casualty. There seems to be lots of car parking – convenient and affordable at $4 an hour or $7 for two hours.
There are trendy gabion walls (rocks in cages) and an Aboriginal-themed rusty fence. Lovely.
I rode one of the innumerable lifts to the third floor, which is really the ground floor. Sadly, the David Jones pianist who works for the wonderfully named Centre for Creative Health was having a day off and not playing the baby grand in the foyer so I couldn’t put bread in his jar and say “Man, what are you doing here”. Next time.
It’s all as spacious, bright, airy and as welcoming as a Dubai hotel but less kitsch and much more useful. People can sit in the sun to recuperate and so can the patients. HOT
Young outsider artist Kurt Bosecke’s stunning exhibition at Prospect Gallery
An aerial adventure park in the parklands – yes, please
Obstetrician and almost saint John Svigos (pictured) – a generous good spirit. There are plenty of benches, poufs, wing chairs with Scandinavian blonde wood legs for folk to lurk, plop and collapse on.
It’s huge. It’s much bigger than it looks from the outside with nine floors around a giant atrium.
I inquired as to where my friend was – F6, so I found lift F, took it up to the sixth floor and alighted into a locked area.
I was trapped there with a New Zealander (not Barnaby Joyce) and we tried using the phone provided but no-one on F6 answered.
I went back to the third floor/ ground floor and asked a security guard who alerted two helpful NOT The Charles Sturt Council is a mess The Crows swanning around the Gold Coast on holiday. Why aren’t they training? members of the Red-e-team. I don’t think they were Rahbots (automated guided guides).
These very nice girls escorted me back to the locked area and opened it with their pass. The New Zealander had disappeared and I’ll never know whither.
My friend had to be consulted as to whether she wanted to see me (lots of people don’t) and I visited her in her very nice, spacious room which had a very nice photo of somewhere in South Australia.
The equipment is all state-ofthe-art and there’s a day bed for a loved one at $7.95 a night or $8.95 with a flannel. The views of Adelaide from the rooms are glorious and each room has an ensuite. Beaut. Down to the ground floor on level three are acres of marble-esque flooring, lots of teal (such a winning colour) and lots of whimsical, inoffensive “muriels” of SA stuff, including flora and bushland pals.
What’s a wellness centre? The new RAH has one. It also has a cafe in the foyer and a small food court where you can get a lamb roast for $14.50. I decided I was in the right place to risk the sushi, which was very nice.
The whole place is Disneyland clean and doesn’t yet smell of disinfectant and death. The sculptures are a bit weird but happily reminiscent of that protest art near Lower Light on the Port Wakefield Rd and I worry about stone benches in courtyards lest they cause pernicious piles.
The ingress and egress seems fluid and convenient.
The old RAH was horrible. This one is lovely and we’re very lucky to have it. It’s pleasing that it’s in the revived West End and more convenient to the western suburbs.
Some people are still churlish about it but stuff ’em. It’s grand. Go before you need to.
TEAM EFFORT: Outside the new RAH are SA Ambulance Service paramedics Megan Syveretsen and Andrew Dunn, emergency and retrieval physician Julianne Schliebs and clinical nurse consultant Ben Cahill.