Get to know Landstuhl Regional Medical Center
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- čas přidán 1. 08. 2016
- LRMC recently hosted many of our German and Dutch specialty providers from throughout Europe to build and maintain our relationships with those we rely on to help care for you, our patients. We shared the following video with these network providers to give them a better idea of what LRMC is all about. Please take a couple minutes to learn more about our history, our services and our dedication to taking care of patients!
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Was there almost a year ago,couldn,t ask for finer folks,nurse,staff,& surgeons! Thanks for all of ya,ll!
I used need medication to control my emotions sending those transplant cases out and welcoming them bag made my day every time to clear them for take off and return to their families thank you for you service everyone!
That was the place of my birth! My dad was stationed at ramstein when he was in the Air Force!
I was born here . My Dr that delivered me was in the middle of a bbq when my mom came in . Poor guy was in jeans and had a apron on .. He barely had time to scrub in .. Lots of great memories in and around Landstuhl
I miss LRMC soooooo much. I was there for 12 years, thru 2 surges, but looking back it feels like it went by in a blink. I always say it was the best worst job I ever had and I don't know how to explain it to anyone who never worked in those operating rooms. The things we saw, the things we had to do to people, but we worked so hard for them, we gave them our best, and we loved them. I think we were all at our best here, and I will never forget this place or the personnel we cared for, or my co-workers - the best nurses, scrub techs, and surgeons.
I’ll always keep these men and women in the highest respect... They cared for a dear of mine who was wounded in Afghanistan. He would pass there but they kept him alive long enough for his family to make it to him.
PFC Barrett L. Austin
US Army
4/2013
My son, Kevin was the 1978 Christmas baby being the first baby born Christmas morning. Lots of memories.
I was born there in the 60's. My dad was in the Army.
I was born there at the end of the 90’s. My dad was in the Air Force.
I use to walk through this hospital every morning on my way to work. I would stop in the cafeteria and get a sandwich. That was almost 40 years ago.
❤USA❤
Three things have magic properties on this planet: baby toes, puppy breath, and LANDSTUHL FREAKIN MEDICAL CENTER!!
Angels Of Landstuhl Regional Medical Centre
With the holidays rapidly approaching and the spending sprees beginning we must not forget to count our blessings. What good are extravagant gifts if we can’t share precious moments with our loved ones during the holidays? Living in a military community you truly get a sense of what is really important. As we all know sometimes precious moments are few and far between, but for some families, these moments would be lost forever if it were not for the Angels right here in our own backyard. Yes, we have true Angels among us, although they may not see themselves as such. We know better however and will silently wish them all well during the holidays. They are here for us as a community, for without them our world would sadly be a very different one. I am talking about the entire staff of Angels at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center. Everyone from the kitchen staff to the head of the surgical department, as collectively they provide a place of refuge, a soft place to fall of sorts. The truth is, most would suffocate in the courage oozing from the corridors and wards at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center, affectionately named LRMC by all those who have trekked her many floors, wards, halls and scattered about annex buildings. The passageways hustle and bustle with people dressed in white coats, green surgical garb, and a variety of military uniforms. It seems like the perfect place to recover from any injury. Hero doctors come from all over to help; obtaining training they would never receive anywhere else, not even in some of the worst casualty-laden Emergency rooms in the U.S. The bowels of the hospital are steadfast, although aging in parts and in much need of modernizing in others. But, making the building pretty and glamorous is not important, because to most LRMC is beautiful in other ways. The needed equipment is ready and waiting. On every ward, medical teams stand ready with stethoscopes in hand. The true meaning of compassion runs rampant and is visible on every single face you come across while walking the halls. The feisty staff at LRMC is more than just a group of Heroes and Angels to the ones who cross the threshold of the Emergency room; they are a sign of peace, hope, home, and family. And although they are just doing their jobs providing everyday care for most in the community, when the burden of war rudely intrudes upon your family and comes crashing down like a medieval halberd, dividing life into before and after, they are there waiting to hold your hand. Once the blood has gushed from the very core of your family’s foundation, you need a sanctuary where you can seek refuge to pick up the pieces. LRMC is such a place. And as helicopters continue to land on the helipad in front of the hospital food court, I am reminded of the brave men and women I have met over the years, some still here, while others are gone forever. So, I try to put aside the overwhelming sadness to be dealt with another day, but I know tomorrow will bring with it a new load of arrivals, being hurried through the entrance of the Emergency room with never-ending tubes and machines attached all over. I am comforted, however, knowing that the Angels of LRMC will be there to greet them. So, on behalf of the military community, I am honored to have this opportunity to wish the entire staff of angels at LRMC a very happy and safe Holiday season.
Landstuhl und Ramstein.👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🇺🇸🇩🇪 Danke,Danke
Ich wurde dort 2010 verwundet. Hast du dort gearbeitet?
@@johnetterlee1580 nein😔👍
@@johnetterlee1580 habe aber fast 40 Jahre in einer Klinik gearbeitet. Davon 25 Jahre nur Nachtdienste
@@elisabethschweitzer817 Oh ok. Ich war nur neugierig. Ich habe Deutschland geliebt, als ich dort war.
LRMC
The entrance is large and uninviting, but useful and necessary. Every time I stand before it I get this feeling of suffering, damage, pain, and death. It pulls at my soul like nothing else can, although it has not yet influenced my life or rudely intruded upon my family in any way. But just standing here, looking into the depths of the lobby it feels like an untamed monster just waiting to gobble up the next load of arrivals. And without delay, in a hurried approach, the next bus pulls up to the jaws of the healing beast. My eight-year-old daughter asks who they are; these bundled up, incapacitated people on stretchers, being urgently hoisted through the door at the back of the blue Air Force bus, with never-ending tubes and machines attached all over. My answer is straightforward, “soldiers from the war”! Is it right that she actually knows the intensity of my answer and therefore has no need to ask anything else? At eight years of age, she should not be subjected to casualties of war pulling up to the entrance of the place where she receives her Asthma medication. But at the same time, I am glad she is. It is a life lesson she will receive nowhere else and one she will carry with her. I can only hope both she and my son will use these experiences to their advantage in some way in their years to come. The truth is most would suffocate in the courage oozing from the corridors and wards at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany, affectionately named LRMC by all those who have trekked her many floors, wards, halls and scattered about annex buildings. The passageways hustle and bustle with people dressed in white coats, green surgical garb, and a variety of military uniforms. It seems like the perfect place to recover from massive injuries received in combat. Hero doctors come from all over to help; obtaining training they would never receive anywhere else, not even in some of the worst casualty-laden Emergency rooms in the U.S. The bowels of the hospital are steadfast, although aging and in much need of modernizing in places. But, I guess making the building itself pretty is not important, because to most she is beautiful in other ways. The needed equipment is ready and waiting. On every ward, medical teams stand ready with stethoscopes in hand. The true meaning of compassion runs rampant and is visible on every single face you come across while walking the halls. The feisty staff at LRMC is more than just a group of heroes to the ones who cross the threshold of the Emergency room; they are a sign of peace, hope, home, and family. Just a few weeks ago Hilary Clinton and Nancy Pelosi walked her halls visiting with the wounded here. Pelosi said of her visit: "We thanked all service members," I feel she forgot something or someone, for these incapacitated souls, being painfully put back together by the healing beast are not the only sacrificed spirits in this game. And although this may seem selfish to most, we wives and husbands left behind are just as tainted from the experience, albeit in a different way. We need our own LRMC, a place of refuge, a soft place to fall of sorts. The nearby silhouettes of the Fisher Houses reassure us, should the burden of this evil war ever rudely intruded upon our families and come crashing down like a medieval halberd, dividing our lives into before and after. And as the helicopters continue to land on the helipad in front of the hospital food court, I am reminded of the brave men and women I have met over the years, some still here to tell their stories, while others are lost forever. I would like just one day to pass without the loss of one single courageous spirit. But, as I put aside the overwhelming sadness to be dealt with another day, I know tomorrow will bring with it a new load of arrivals, being hurried through the entrance of the healing beast, and with never-ending tubes and machines attached all over, their families will seek refuge from the heartache in the fluorescent light of the Fisher House kitchen, with the monstrous silhouette peeking through the curtains. Their children will fall asleep in the shadow of LRMC where suffering, pain, and death rears its ugly head because unfortunately there is just no stopping it.
Was there almost a year ago,couldn,t ask for finer folks,nurse,staff,& surgeons! Thanks for all of ya,ll!