A businessman at the Hilton-Garden asked a pharmacist to recommend a cream for his insect bites. To his alarm, he learned that what looked like insect bites might be Lyme disease and that he should consult a physician.
This provided another delicious temptation in the life of a hotel doctor. I could make a housecall, assure the man he did not have Lyme disease, and collect my fee. He would feel vastly relieved and grateful. Everyone would be happy.
The businessman described half a dozen itchy pimples around his ankles. Even over the phone, it was obvious that they were insect bites. I reassured him, and he was relieved and grateful, but no money changed hands.