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What it’s Like to go to a Hospital in Mexico. And What Medical Supplies to Bring With You on Your Trip.

by Lina Clémence July 26, 2025
written by Lina Clémence


Spring Break 2024 we brought our 3 girls ages 11, 10, and 8 to Club Med in Cancun. We arrived a day later than scheduled due to a huge snow storm, then after a delayed flight, we arrived around 9:30 at night. We checked in, got a snack, and went straight to bed excited for the following day. When we woke up, we put on our bathing suits and headed to breakfast with plans to relax in the ocean all day. But as we walked only a few steps outside our room, my 11 year old lost her flip flop which was caught on the metal grate we were walking over. She quickly kicked her foot forward to get it back inside her shoe but the shoe stayed attached to the grate so her foot flung quickly forward against the sharp metal grate slicing it wide open. She immediately let out a scream knowing what just happened. We were all stunned to see blood spurt out everywhere. and I mean everywhere. It was clear that the cut was extremely deep and right away Mike and I looked at each other knowing that we were in a really bad situation. Not even knowing the layout of the resort yet, we went into the closest building we could find and asked for a first aid kit. They had nothing and weren’t really sure how to help us. I got a roll of paper towels from them and bunched it up handing it to my husband to apply pressure to help stop the bleeding.

From where we were sitting, we noticed that there was a man laying on the ground about across the walkway from us. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. There were people gathered around him and they were using beach towels to give him some shade from the sun. We found out later he was an employee who fell from a bicycle hitting his head. After he was loaded into the ambulance the nurse who worked at the resort came over to us seeing we were in trouble and accessed the cut. She took one look at it and then looked at me and shook her head. “Stitches?” I said to her. She nodded.

Foot wrapped on a floatie in the ocean

She said she would call her friend who was a doctor at a private hospital and she had the office call us a cab. She said it was about 30 minutes away and they would be expecting us. We waited about 10 minutes for the cab to arrive and started our panicked drive. We kept the girls calm and talked about how modern Cancun was as we passed the resorts and went right into the city. Our driver showed us where his hospital would be should he need one, which was a public one that’s free to him and other Mexican citizens. We were heading to a private hospital where we would pay as people visiting the country. “It’s much nicer” he said.

We pulled up to the drop off area at the hotel. There were people there to greet us and one person at the front area who pointed us to another area down a hall to check in. We were one of 3 parties in the waiting area. I filled out forms which included just our basic information and where we were staying. We waited only a short time then we were called back. Only my daughter and 1 parent could go back so Mike waited with our other 2 girls as she and I went back to the dimly lit room.  The nurses station in the middle was filled with people sitting and scrolling on their phones also in near darkness. Nobody was wearing scrubs or badges or anything to identify them as medical staff. It looked like a common area in a college campus. All young people, all in jeans, shorts, and tee shirts.

2 women came in, one identified herself as a doctor and said the other girl was new and in training. Neither had badges on and the doctor was in her 20’s while the trainee looked about 19. They looked at my daughter’s foot and wanted to clean it first. They came back into the room with packaged gauze, a half open saline bottle and a refillable glass bottle with green fluid that looked and smelled like green dish soap. She began to open the gauze and grabbed the bottle. They wondered where would be best to do this knowing it would make a slight mess and she was sitting on a cloth sheet, not the paper we’re used to seeing on medical tables. They pulled up a hazardous waste open trash can under her foot and rested her foot against it. I told her to scoot back so her foot didn’t touch it. Then the assistant who was very clearly not trained in anything medical, started to open the gauze and put the saline on it without gloves. My heart sank. The doctor’s english was about 60% while the assistant didn’t know any english. I asked her to please put gloves on which were on the counter. They very clearly didn’t like the suggestion. The assistant added the green soap onto the soaked gauze and she started to clean the wound. They said there was a lot of sand in it and she did a very thorough job of making sure there wasn’t anything left in the wound which had stopped bleeding but was still sliced open. She agreed she would definitely need stitches and they both left the room.

The assistant returned and said we were free to go. With my phone not working, I was left to use my rusty Spanish to ask about stitches and the antibiotic the doctor also recommended. It was such a deep slice that I knew leaving it open over the course of the next few days would be a really bad idea leading to an infection and definitely not healing well. I asked if I could just make sure I was clear with the doctor but the assistant said she wouldn’t be returning. I asked if we would be receiving the prescription and she said no. I then asked if I could take a few waterproof bandages and some dermabond with me and she was very unsure. She left and returned with 2 small vials of dermabond and 3 waterproof bandages and the ‘prescription’ from the doctor which was a handwritten list of things to do. Clean daily, apply a cleaning spray and cream that we didn’t receive, wash after beach or pool. We were free to go. My heart sank. We were out of options and I’m not sure why or what happened, but I just wanted to get out of there. I washed up and used the glue to try and close the wound as best I could and applied the bandage over it so she could walk out of the hospital while keeping the wound closed.

We walked back through the dark hallway, past the row of people still on their phones, our doctor included, through the doors into the waiting area to check out. Mike and the girls had a cab waiting for us and I approached the window to pay. She told me in pesos first which had me very confused but I knew it was high. 16,479.24. I asked for the number in dollars and she told me it was $984.22. I was stunned. I asked what made it so high, she said the Dermabond and bandaid were the bulk of the charge which made up $10,930 of the $16,000.

The nurse back at the resort was surprised that we didn’t receive stitches and told us it was best not to get her foot in the ocean or pool. I made sure the dermabond was applied in layers, then the waterproof bandage, then we got saran wrap from the kitchen so she could hang in the ocean in a floatie which ended up being a lot of fun and fine with her. The cut was painful and hard to walk on especially with how much walking we did, but she was a trooper and didn’t complain.

While the cut took a very long time to heal, it eventually did and without infection. Which I brought with us saved the day since it was exactly what we needed.

What I Packed With Us

Neosporin. Both the resort and hospital did not have this so I was really happy we did. We ended up using this on my other two girls for just random cuts and scrapes that kids get as well.

Alcohol cleansing wipes. Used all of these as well for cuts and scrapes and for my oldest’s wound.

Iodine. I have an THIS ​spray that I use on most cuts and scrapes before bandaging.

Bandaids. These were also on short supply, even in the infirmary when I asked for one.I’d get waterproof ones as well just in case.

Antibiotics. It was actually the same one the doctor at the hospital recommended then didn’t fill. It was originally prescribed for my same daughter for a skin infection she had last summer that cleared up quickly. We just had a few extra and thankfully this is what we ended up using.

I also brought an antibiotic that would be for Mike or myself should we have needed it. I remember reading THIS  report last year when it came out about how Mexican pharmacies are selling fentinol-laced prescriptions so I knew that going to a pharmacy wouldn’t be an option for any of us.

Rescue inhaler. My girls use a rescue inhaler sometimes when they’re sick. I didn’t want to chance not being without it and thankfully we didn’t need it.

Rescue meds for my youngest. She has a steroid that she uses a few times a year when she gets croup. Last time was at Christmas when she woke in the night gasping for air. I didn’t want to be in that situation there so I brought it with us.

Zofran. Just for if anyone had any vomiting. Again, luckily we didn’t need it.

Dramamine. We always travel with this, but it was nice to have on hand.

Motrin. We used this just once for when one of my girls had a headache.

Advil. Just in case for us but never used it.

It sounds like a lot, but I was so thankful we had it all on hand. It only took up a medium sized cosmetics bag and a pill organizer (LOVE this one) so it wasn’t any trouble to pack and gave me a huge peace of mind.

I know this was very minor, but it was scary and eye-opening for sure. After it happened I had a hard time sleeping just wondering what would happen if we really had an actual emergency. I just wanted to pass along this info so you understand what could happen at a hospital. Again, there could be so many scenarios for different doctors but this was just our overall experience.

I also posted about our trip and how wonderful Club Med was and I would recommend it to friends curious about travel to Mexico with or without kids. Just pack smart and keep all scenarios in mind.

 


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The Long Version of Today's Experience at a Korean Hospital (if this isn't something you're interested in, keep scrolling and trust that you'll have missed nothing important)
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The Long Version of Today’s Experience at a Korean Hospital (if this isn’t something you’re interested in, keep scrolling and trust that you’ll have missed nothing important)

by Lina Clémence June 5, 2025
written by Lina Clémence


Back Story: Remember in this week’s This Week you read about my upcoming eye surgery and the curiosity (to put it mildly) about why I was being admitted to the hospital two days before surgery SLASH I’m messing with the timeline here, don’t be alarmed if you’re confused. It’s confusing.

In next week’s This Week in South Korea post you’ll read the short (but still very aggravating) story of my day spent getting admitted to the hospital two days ahead of my eye surgery. But I felt it was far too long for the This Week post (next week) so am making it a stand-alone post…if you want to read a lot of me complaining and being aggravated (word of the week), go ahead. If not, by all means, scroll on to the next post, there’s nothing to see here.

PS: no pictures.

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Monday, June 2 – two days before my surgery is scheduled

I had an 8:45am appt with the nephrologist to talk about my kidney again…I guess they need to check on whatever medical issues you have before going into surgery. I’m grateful I didn’t have to see the psychiatrist and get the “6 years is too long to be on welbutrin” speech again. Neph Dr shared about my low functioning kidney (old news to me at this point, have been hearing about it since summer 2021). Anyway, she also mentioned my “Korea Cholesterol,” which a dr talked to me about LAST summer before I had the kidney procedure but no one ever did anything with that information even though I asked someone, I forget who, about it.

I call it my Korea Cholesterol because I’ve never had a cholesterol issue before coming here. Anyway, she put me on a statin, which I’ve heard conflicting views on but…I’ll give it a try. I’ll go back to see her end of July to see if there’s any change to my cholesterol level AND she said it COULD help my kidney function.

Okay, so, finished with that by 9:15. But I’d been told to check-in at admissions at 11, so I waited at the hospital as it wasn’t really enough time to be worth going home and then returning. I had a not very good, expensive, breakfast in a cafe in the hospital, sat at a very unfortunate chair:desk ratio situation in the lounge area of the hospital to get some remote work out of the way, then got some snacks from 7-11 (also in the hospital) to put in the fridge in the hospital room. I have not been a big fan of the food I’ve had here, so…forewarned is fore-armed.

At the main hospital check-in, it’s a whole process…with ticketing and payment kiosks, prescription pick-up windows, general cashier/scheduling windows, and admission/discharge windows. I was supposed to be going to A/D but the kiosk kept giving my tickets for general windows, so I’d wait my turn then go up and try to explain that I was really supposed to be at admissions, but the kiosk didn’t give me a ticket for admissions, could they please help me. At the first window, they didn’t understand. They look at their computer, they look at my paperwork, they look at my translator app where I’ve tried to explain and they’re just like “why are you here?” Finally she got it (I think) and told me to go back to the main kiosk and now I’d get the right # for A/D. Okay. Back to kiosk. Still got a general window ticket. waited AGAIN, when it was my turn I went to different window, started explaining all over again, but this one looks at her computer and is saying something about money. I said I already paid for this morning’s appt…surely they weren’t already charging me for the surgery?

Turns out I was due a refund from last week’s eye exams and opthalmology consultation because at that time none of us were aware that I was still covered by the Korean National Health Insurance. But now they know, so I get a refund. Nice. But she wants to wire it to my Korean bank. And I want it back on the card I used. I can’t move (well, maybe I can, but I don’t know how and there’s going to be a fee involved) money from Korean to American bank. I’ve only wired US to Korea, never Korea to US, and the money isn’t as immediately useful to me in the Korean back as it would be just back on the original card (most useful) or in my US account (second most useful). Back and forth back and forth, I don’t have my bank book with me, here’s my ARC (Alien Resident Card), here’s my passport, oh wait, I found my bank # in my phone…all this takes a lot of translation apping and gesturing. Finally that’s done (the money will be in your Korean bank in 2 days, okay fine whatever okay), and she writes an A/D window # on the bank of my kiosk ticket (why didn’t the first person just do that?) and I sit down to wait. In a few minutes I hear my name being called beh-TEE! beh-TEE! And it’s the bank refund girl…and she says the money will be there today, that my bank had been asleep when she first tried to do it. I understand none of this cuz…what does my bank have to do with anything if she’s just moving money from the Korean hospital to my Korean bank account. Anyway, okay, whatever.

FINALLY…it’s now 11;40 and I’ve been trying to check-in to admissions for 45 minutes. I FINALLY get to the A/D window and he goes, you were supposed to check in at 11am. AARRGGHH!!! I said I’ve Been Trying!!! However, he says…your admission time has been changed to 2pm.

(this is a blank paragraph) (blank like my face)

I never noticed before, that the words face and cafe have the same four letters in them.

Internally, I’m all WTF &*%^&&^^%!!! but outwardly I’m One Big Sigh and an insincerely smiling KAMSAMNIDA. I could have gone home at 9:30 when I was done with the nephrologist. I didn’t need to lug all my hospital and work stuff all over up and down. I could have been in the comfort of my own room.

I was already aggravated about the repeat eye surgery in the first place. I’m INCREDIBLY aggravated that I have to check into the hospital TWO DAYS before the surgery. And now I’m DOUBLY INCREDIBLY aggravated that they have wasted my time and my morning.

Those of you who have been here for awhile KNOW how valuable my time is to me. Don’t Waste MY Time! That’s MY time. Don’t mess with it.

So I go home. Turn on the ac (it’s gross and humid out), get out of my sweat soaked clothes, put my nightgown on, and get in bed. I doze. It’s lovely. An hour and a half later, I get up, get redressed, repack all my electonics (that have been charging while I rested), and get BACK on the bus to the hospital.

You’d think that would be the end of the story but NOOOOO.

Guess where the kiosk sends me? Yup. But at least this person understood right away, wrote an appropirate number on the back of my ticket…I waited briefly then FINALLY got the Admissions window. We got through all the stuff…eye surgery, no guardian, cheapest room please, I get my bracelet and up I (try to) go to the 4th floor.

The elevators are a little odd, they’re on both sides of a wide hallway, and the 4 elevators for the odd-numbered floors are one side and the 4 elevators for the even-numbered floors are on the other side (ooh, same for side and dies). How many times have I been to this hospital? And this is the first time I’ve noticed that. So for once I get myself on the proper side from the get-go, waiting for an UP elevator, get on and try to press the button for the 4th floor. My vision is bad, it’s sort of hard to see but I swear there is no 4 button. Someone else on the elevator realized what I was searching for and just pressed “F.” And then I remembered that the number 4 is considered bad luck in Korea…so I guess the F represented Four.

In my goshiwon I live on the 4th floor and press the 4 button every day.

OHHHH. That could explain a lot.

ANYWAY, when the door opens at F, another patient takes my arm and walks me over to the other side (the odd-numbered floors) and points to the 9, says “koo,” like…huh?? I said, anyo (no), SA (four). AHHHHH she says, then walks me through the closed doors to the floor and shows me to the nurse’s station.

What was THAT about??

Anyway, At this point in the day I am just like…so confused by everything. A nurse takes me in and starts doing all the things, what meds are you on, any allergies, how are your teeth, do you have a guardian, etc etc. It’s a lot of translation apping and me signing things I do not understand.

Then, kahp-jug-hee (all of a sudden), she goes JIGGUM!!! (right now!) – go to the angwa (optholmalogy dept), JIGGUM! Like…you’ve been jerking me around all day and now *I* have to hurry?? Ha. At least I was still in my clothes. Last time I had to put on the hospital costume first and then they pushed me around in a wheelchair to do all the eye things…when I was sitting, the top kept opening (it’s a v-neck button down) and showing too much boob and belly so I had to keep clutching the fabric parts together. At least I was spared that.

I went back downstairs (on the correct elevator), took a number from the opthalmology dept kiosk and waited my turn to go in and get drops in my eyes then get whisked through all the different rooms for the different tests. I always feel like they take me through faster than other people. I do all the tests, I see the surgeon FINALLY. Blah blah blah she says. And now I get to ask – the surgery is on Wednesday, right??

Dr:Yes.

Me: Then what am I doing tomorrow?

Dr: Nothing.

Me: Quizzical look on face.

Dr: Well, you can go out during the day but come back in in the afternoon.

Me: What am I doing tonight?

Dr: Nothing.

Moment of silence.

Me: Then…can I go home NOW…and come back tomorrow afternoon??

Dr: Uhm…I think you can. Yes. That would be fine.

THEN WHY HAVE I BEEN HERE ALL DAY, MINUS 2 HOURS WHEN I MANAGED TO ESCAPE??? Why didn’t they just “admit me” when I was there at 9:30am then say I could go home and return Tuesday afternoon?? Why?? Why? WHY??? 

But okay, okay, good. I have to go back upstairs to get my overnight bag that the nurse up there told me to leave while on my angwa journey. I get off at F all by myself (and they say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks) and go to pick up my bag and I am WHISKED to my room, shown my clothes on the bed, she’s pulling the curtain closed so I can change and I’m like no no no JIB-EH KAYO! I’m going home!

Oh the shock and horror on their faces. What? Why? What? Back out to the nurse’s station we go so I can try to explain that the surgeon, not 15 minutes ago, told me I could go home and come back tomorrow. Okay okay they said. Then tried to get me BACK to the room! Ha ha. At this point I was like I AM JIB-EH KAYOING no matter WHAT you say.

Finally the head nurse called The Powers That Be who said that yes, I was allowed to go home. I had to sign a bunch of things, I guess saying that if anything happened to me OUT THERE while I was tachnically admitted to the hospital, that it was on me. OKAY FINE LET ME GO HOME.

Every Nurse: BUT YOU’LL BE BACK TOMORROW AT 4, RIGHT??

Me: gone.

And I took the SECOND uber of the day.

Honestly: 2 busses, 2 ubers, + 1 crappy breakfast = $27. Getting to go home? PRICELESS.

But the waste of the day?? UNFORGIVABLE

I got home at 5:20pm. Exhausted, sweaty, and so annoyed.

The one bright spot is that I actually took one of the xanax this morning, knowing how anxious the whole hospital ordeal makes me. And it worked. No anxiety. ANNOYANCE, yes…but no anxiety.

And later, my friend Giorgio and I went up to the roof with ice cream bars and just chatted.

The End.

OH so the reason they wanted me to be admitted on Monday when the surgery wasn’t til Wednesday (this was another question for the surgeon) is because Tuesday is Presidential Election Day (remember their “current” president was impeached so this was a snap election to get a new president) and Election Day is a government holiday and they don’t do admissions on government holidays.

That was the explanation, but I don’t think it was a good enough reason. Why not just surger me on a different day, that’s NOT the day after a government holiday? Or, since the surgery is not til 9 or 10 in the morning, why not just let me come to the hospital that morning and not make me stay over at all? This just seems like a situation that could have been so easily avoided.

AND…why not schedule the nephrologist’s appointment for while I’m admitted to the hospital? Instead of making it a separate appointment, making me spend more of my time?  I mean, I know why…so they can bill separately for that consultation. But I’d gladly agree to pay for it while admitted, cuz then it would be an In The Hospital Activity, a way to pass the long, boring time…instead of using, yes I’m going to say it again, MY TIME. 

Anyway. In the end, I had a good night’s sleep and am now having a leisurely(ish) morning before I have to re-pack and go BACK to the hospital at 4pm.

Just in case you were curious.

OH – and a cute moment in the day (gotta make sure we don’t miss those!) was when I was done in the opthalmology department and headed back up to F, all the nurses at the station got up and said “beh-TEE! ANYONG!” (which is “familiar” hello and goodbye) and waved the Korean wave. Which was adorable. They’re all very cute.

Okay, goodbye.


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