Thankfully, I have a lot of really good friends who have gone through this before me. I was recommended a clinic and, after some internet research, decided that it was the place for me.
There is nothing better, after 30+ years on the NHS, than your first visit to a Harley Street clinic. Clean, cool rooms furnished with wide leather sofas and stocked full of mineral water, real coffee, the day's papers and posh magazines that aren't 3 years out of date.
The receptionists, rather than looking shattered from over work and being harassed by patients on a minute-by-minute basis, are young and bright-eyed. They REMEMBER you every time you come. They KNOW what treatment you are there for, who you are there to see and that you might just be feeling a teensy weensy bit scared about the whole thing and that a friendly face and a smile will help. It's amazing.
If you don't feel that from the clinic you pick, then you've probably gone to wrong one. You have to feel comfortable in this space as you're going to spend a lot of time going there and, lets face it, it isn't always going to be happy times.
At mine, the nurses are all lovely and the consultants ooze charisma and professionalism. You know they get paid a hell of a lot of money because they are good at what they do. I certainly wouldn't be happy about handing over thousands of pounds if I didn't believe that (Not that I am that happy about how much it costs in general but that's another matter).
Get the decision about the clinic right and you're half way there. You have to feel relaxed or its race over before the starter pistol fires.
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