Having a doctor as a patient is stressful. They often suggest their diagnosis, and it’s awkward if I disagree. When I make a housecall, American doctors sometimes hint that I shouldn’t charge them.
This patient was an anesthesiologist, a good thing because he almost wasn’t a doctor at all – i.e. he’d long since forgotten how to deal with illnesses. He was foreign, another good thing. And he was Danish: the best sort of foreigner because Scandinavians speak good English.
He had a headache and a 101 degree fever but no respiratory symptoms. I diagnosed a viral infection, perhaps even Dengue fever because he had flown in from the South Pacific. He did not object to taking pain medicine and waiting, and he recovered after a few days.