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I got out of the taxi and stopped in the Lobby bar for a Havana and coke. I went to our rooms and Susie was in hers. I gave her an update. She said the three boys were out at the beach. She was a lot more stressed about things than they were. I went out to the beach and found them and gave them an update. Nicholas wanted to know if he could visit Zung and I said I didn’t know if that would be a good idea today of if it would be better to wait for tomorrow.
Nicholas and Patrick left and I got a call from the travel insurance company. As I was talking to them I heard another call come in, but I let it go to voice mail. When I got done with the travel insurance person I listened to my voice mail. It was someone from the hospital and she said, “You need to come back to the hospital.” I had the card with the hospital’s number, so I called back. I got the main operator and I asked for the ICU and I got transferred no less than about six times. Finally I got the ICU and was told, “You need to come back. I asked what was going on and she said, “You just need to come back.”
The next hour would probably be the most terrifying of my life.
I hurried back to the room, passing Nicholas and Patrick as I went. I told them I’d been called back to the hospital and didn’t know why. I stopped at Susie’s room and told her the same thing. I grabbed my purse and then hurried to the lobby area, where the taxi’s are. I told the bell boy I needed a taxi. The taxi’s are parked in an area just a little away. He whistled to them, but they didn’t come instantaneously so I started running to them. I got in and said, “Hospiten Cancun, it’s an emergency.”
The taxi driver asked if it was for me or for someone else. I said it was for my husband. he started driving out of the resort complex and then he asked, “Did they take him in a taxi or an ambulance?”
“Ambulance,” I answered. I’m sure he heard the panic in my voice.
“I’ll get you there fast.”
He did not lie. It is normally a 40 minute drive and he got me there in about 25 minutes.
I was sure Zung had died. I couldn’t believe I had left the hospital in the first place. What was I thinking?
Tami (my travel agent) called as we were flying down 307. I explained that I had been called back and didn’t know why. She later told me that was one of the hardest phone calls she’s ever had. I hung up and burst into tears.
My maniac driving taxi driver pulled up to the front of the hospital. I threw a $50 bill at him and ran inside and into the ICU (in the front door, make a right, go through another door, another right and then the ICU doors are on the left).
Zung was laying there, with a tray of food in front of him. The nurses glanced up at me. I went over to Zung and asked what had happened, explaining that they had called and told me to come back.
He said. “Oh, there must have been a misunderstanding. I asked for something to drink and they brought me this tray and asked if you were going to come help me eat. I told them you had gone back to the hotel. So I guess they called you.”
I dropped my head onto his pillow and just sobbed and sobbed. “I was so scared.” He kept saying he was sorry. I kept saying it wasn’t his fault. I finally calmed down, looked at his tray of food and said, “That looks disgusting.” He said he had only wanted some juice.
I know some people will read this and think they could have told me he just needed help with his tray. I don’t blame the nurse who called me. I don’t know enough Spanish to fight my way out of a wet paper bag. I can’t expect them to be fluent. I did develop a greater appreciation for the interpreters at my hospital where I work.
I called the kids and Tami to let them know he was okay. I got a call from the Apple Vacations person, who said there was an Apple rep actually at the hospital. When the nurse told me, “the visit is over” I went looking for the Apple rep. We discussed possible hotels we could switch to, and possible hotels I could stay at for the night. While I was afraid of another panic ride back to the hospital, I was also afraid of being in an area that was not tourist geared because I feared my ability to communicate with anyone would be even more compromised and I was pretty tapped out at that point. While the Hotel Zone was close enough for me to see, it was not as close to drive and would be about a 30 minute drive according to the Apple rep. Ultimately I decided to stay at the Lindo. Gaining 10 minutes less in travel time did not seem worth it compared to being in a place where we were familiar with everything.
I went back to Zung for one last visit before I was told again, “The visit is over.” He was really tired at this point. I was hoping he would get some rest, but I know an ICU like that (with the beds all on one room) is not that conducive to sleeping.
I went back to the hotel. Patrick walked over to the shopping center with me so I could get something to eat (tacos) and them I went back to my room. I was amazed that I slept as well as I did. I felt confident that Zung was okay and I was fairly exhausted.
Tomorrow would bring a new routine. Over the next five days I would get to experience the good, the bad, the fast and the slow and the sleazy of the taxi drivers.