Hart County Hospital
Hart County Hospital is an 82-bed, full-service hospital that serves Hart, Franklin, and Elbert counties and the surrounding areas. Fully accredited by the Joint Commission on Accreditation of Healthcare Organizations (JCAHO), the hospital has over 83 doctors, 200 support staff members, and a 24-hour emergency department.
Many of Hard County Hospital's services have been scaled back over the years. For example, Hart County Hospital no longer practices Labor & Delivery, leaving pregnant women of Hart County to go to Cobb Memorial Hospital in nearby Royston, or to other outlying facilities to give birth.
Hart County Hospital recently opened a new Emergency Department. It has a triage room, 5 general care bays, and one Trauma bay. Also, patients arriving on their own discretion now have a separate entrance than patients that are transported by ambulance. Before the new Emergency Department opened, all ED patients used one entrance. The old entrance had a raised concrete stoop for ambulances to back up to, so EMTs could unload patients. Along the side of the concrete stoop was a ramp for pedestrians and handicapped patients. This emergency entrance has since been demolished. Presently, patients going to the Hart County Hospital Emergency Department on their own discretion use an entrance at the hospital's front side on Gibson Street. Patients transported by ambulance are brought in a separate entrance located on the hospital's west side on Cade Street.
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