So how’s the Costa Rica health care system? Here’s my personal experience. “Somebody Get Me a Doctor” was always my favorite Van Halen song, but last weekend, it had an entirely different meaning. At 3:30 AM Saturday night / Sunday morning, I woke up suffocating, having absolutely NO ability to take a breath, and I was totally panicked. My lungs were filled with liquid, and my throat was completely closed, my airway had shut down. For what seemed like an eternity, I fought for a breath, trying to cough, trying to clear my throat and my lungs, but there was just no pressure to do it.
Millie was flipping out, barking intensely, and that roused the rest of the pack, and they chimed in too through the panes of my window, scratching and howling, trying to get in to help me. I will save you the gory details but I forced my throat open and managed to get just enough air to clear my passage. I probably had less than 10% capacity but I was breathing again. I immediately picked up my cell phone and called my friend Dr. Pablo, “I can’t breathe” I managed to squeak out and he told me he would be RIGHT OVER.