little confused but takes me to the hospital. I jump out of the taxi and run into the waiting room. Whoa! I thought I was scared before but when I saw this hospital I was really scarred. I sure didn't want Bonnie to have surgery here. But what could we do? I tried to find where Bonnie and Joe were but couldn't. After a few minutes I discovered I was at the wrong hospital. Whew! I was glad. This was the public hospital and apparently Bonnie had gone to a private hospital. I flagged down another taxi and made my way over to the private hospital. I found Joe in the waiting room. Bonnie was already in the operating room having surgery. Joe told me how the doctor came to the hotel room. Pressed on Bonnie's stomach and within approx. 3 minutes was carrying her down the stairs to his car. Seems he knew it was a race to get her appendix out.
The doctor was awesome. He did EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!
He came to the hotel, diagnosed the problem, carried Bonnie to his car, drove her to the hospital (all the while shouting on his cell phone to get everything ready) he performed the preliminary tests to verify it was indeed an appendicitis, did the surgery and followed up with Bonnie, Joe and me. He actually burst out of the operating room covered in blood, proudly holding up a small vial eagerly exclaiming, 'in time! in time'. He had done it. He had removed Bonnie's appendix before they had burst.