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Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A Hotel Doctor's Database, Part 2


Men travel more than women but are less likely to call a doctor so I’ve seen more women (9833) than men (8483). My database contains 124 patients under age one and seventeen over 90, the oldest 97. The smallest of the small hours are not silent. I’ve made 858 housecalls between midnight and 5 a.m.

My leading diagnosis is the same as that of any family doctor: respiratory infections, 4700 visits. In second place are upset stomachs with vomiting and diarrhea: 2672.

I’ve been around long enough to see 77 patients with chicken pox, another 83 with gout, 12 with mumps, 61 with herpes, 29 with poison ivy, and 149 suffering a kidney stone. Victims of kidney stones rarely delay calling a doctor, and since they are rarely emergencies I visit a fair number.  I’ve seen 82 guests with chest pain and sent fifteen to the hospital. Far more of my 30,000 callers complained of chest pain, but I work hard weed out emergencies over the phone. Those fifteen were mistakes.

My most numerous foreign patients are from Argentina, 1854, barely surpassing Britons at 1821. That’s because South American travel insurers mostly began there and are still mostly based in Buenos Aires. But they are expanding, and since 2000 I’ve seen more Latin American guests from Brazil. 

I’ve cared for guests from Andorra, Tonga, Malta, New Caledonia, and Curacao but not from Latvia, Estonia, Yemen, and half a dozen African nations. Russians didn’t travel until the fall of the Soviet Union. I saw my first in 1991. The Chinese don’t appear until 1998. So far Cuba has sent one.

Six guests died – fortunately none in the room after my visit. One was dead when I arrived. Four died soon after I sent them to the hospital and one after the ER doctor (mistakenly) sent her back. I called the paramedics after examining sixteen guests. To my great distress (because that means no payment) paramedics were there when I arrived six times. Many more guests needed attention but weren’t urgent. Leaving after obtaining their promise to go to an emergency room is a bad idea. If the guest decides to wait, and something dreadful happens, I’m the last doctor he or she saw, a situation that focuses the attention of malpractice lawyers. When a guest needs an emergency room, I offer to drive them. I’ve done this 48 times.

28 guests cancelled while I was still driving. 47 weren’t in the room when I arrived. 60 refused to pay. 21 paid with a bad check, but not all were deliberate. I eventually collected on 8. Four times, when I arrived, another doctor was there.  I don’t record guests who get a discount but 173 paid between $5 and $50. 110, mostly hotel employees paid nothing. I will not deny that I have a category for “celebrity.” It has 95 entries although that includes their wives and children. I try to head off drug abusers, but 78 slipped through. The diagnosis on four was “drunk,” but that’s certainly too few.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

A Hotel Doctor's Database, Part 1


Few things besides wine and cheese improve with time, but a personal database is among them.   

It didn’t seem significant when I began in 1983, but now I can look over 18,316 visits. So when I claim to have made more housecalls than any doctor now alive, I have the evidence . It’s a fascinating trove of information. I saw 967 patients from Brazil, for example; 42 of them suffered skin problems. Of those calls from Brazilians, 70 arrived between 11pm and 6am, getting me out of bed.

Of the 18,316 nearly 12,000 (11,849) were of calls directly from a hotel. The remainder came from four other sources. 

The second source is agencies that insure travelers visiting America: 3490 visits. Few come from Europe or Australia whose insurers follow the American strategy of insisting that clients pay up front and apply for reimbursement later. Asian and Latin American carriers do better. Their clients phone the 800 number of the agency’s US office; the agency phones me; I make the housecall and send my invoice to the agency which pays exactly what I bill (American carriers undoubtedly roll their eyes at this archaic behavior).

Inevitably some insurers are less easy to deal with than others. Some have adopted the American system of requiring elaborate forms, itemization, and codes for every procedure. Others pay slowly and only after many pestering phone calls. When my patience runs out, I stop accepting their calls.

This doesn’t mean I stop seeing their clients, because they transfer their business to my third source of calls: competitors with 1760 visits. That includes other Los Angeles hotel doctors who ask my help or cover for me when I’m busy as well as one of the national housecall services. They have names like Expressdoc, AMPM Housecalls, Hoteldoc, Global Med. If you live in a large city, they may be available, but be warned that some are reasonable but others charge fees that will take your breath away.

Foreign airline crew make up the fourth source: 913 visits. American airlines have no interest in crew who fall ill when laying over. They have medical insurance but with no transportation or knowledge of facilities in a strange city, they are out of luck. Occasionally I deal with their pitiful calls and treat them as charity cases. As with American insurance carriers, it’s hopeless to bill an American airline for a housecall. 

A minor fifth category is what I call “private-parties:” 293 visits. These are people who learn about me from another source. That includes locals as well as former patients who return to the city and call me directly.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Night in a Hotel Room


Patients are often suicidally reluctant to wake a doctor, but I don’t object. Traffic is light, parking is easy, and since I have no office, I can sleep late. I’ve made a thousand housecalls that got me out of bed.

Callers awaken in the dark, certain something terrible is about to happen. I try to handle anxiety attacks over the phone using sympathy and calm reassurance. I never point out that nothing terrible will happen because guests know that; it’s why they’re upset. I explain that no one is perfect; sometimes our brains go haywire, but it never lasts long. If I keep the guest on the line, this almost always works. Making a housecall is risky because guests often feel better and cancel before I arrive or feel worse and insist that the hotel call paramedics.

Some hotel doctors use paramedics as a substitute for getting out of bed, but I reserve them for emergencies. Mostly, these are obvious. Heart attacks can rouse victims from sleep, but they are not subtle. Niggling chest discomfort doesn’t qualify, and chest pain in a young person is probably something else. 

I see a cross-section of ailments, but guests with an upset stomach seem overrepresented. I consider a wee-hour visit for vomiting a good call (i.e. not life-threatening; I can help; patients are especially grateful). The latest antivomiting drug, ondansetron, is superior to the old standby, Compazine. It was once wildly expensive and used only for vomiting after cancer chemotherapy, but its patent expired a few years ago, and the price has plummeted.

Most upset stomachs don’t last long. I assure guests they’ll probably feel better when the sun rises, and (a perk of being a doctor) when that happens, guests believe I’ve cured them.

Friday, January 19, 2018

You Can't Make a Diagnosis Over the Phone


I talk to guests before making a housecall, so I have a good idea of what’s happening before I drive off or decide that a visit isn’t necessary. 

“Of course, you can’t make a diagnosis over the phone,” guests tell me.

But I can. Doctors do it all the time. I’d estimate my accuracy at ninety percent. It may be one hundred for some problems: respiratory infections, urine infections, backaches, most rashes, injuries, anxiety attacks. Driving to the hotel, it’s relaxing to know in advance that the guest has chicken pox, gout, herpes, a bladder infection, or the flu. I can deliver my diagnosis, advice, and medication, collect my money and thanks, and drive home. What an easy job!

Jumping to conclusions is a major reason doctors get into trouble, so I pay attention. If a fifty year-old describes chest pain that doesn’t sound like a heart attack, it’s unlikely I’ll tell him that it’s OK to wait. It’s also unlikely that I’ll make a housecall because an examination rarely helps. On the other hand, chest pain in a twenty year-old is hardly ever a serious matter.

Abdominal pain is tricky at any age. Guests suggest gas, indigestion, and constipation, none of which cause severe pain. I worry about a dozen conditions that require a surgeon. Oddly, it’s reassuring when vomiting or diarrhea accompanies the pain. Provided the guest is in good health, it’s usually a short-lived stomach virus, my second most common reason for a housecall. Without vomiting or diarrhea, I’m likely to suggest a clinic visit where a doctor can get more information than a housecall provides.

“I can walk on it, so it’s not broken…” “I can move it, so it’s not broken….”  These are as accurate as most popular health beliefs. I walked on a painful foot for a week before an X-ray that revealed a fracture. Hotel guests yearn to hear that their injury is not serious, and I sometimes comply. Doctors do little for cracked ribs and broken toes except to relieve pain, so X-rays aren’t essential. All bets are off with the elderly, but it requires a good deal of violence to break a young bone. Lifting a heavy suitcase won’t do it; experts urge doctors (in vain) not to order spinal x-rays unless pain persists for weeks.

My greatest service is not in diagnosing fractures which is usually impossible but saving guests the misery of spending hours in an emergency room. Most injuries are not emergencies, even if a bone is fractured. If the guest is willing to wait, I can send him to the more civilized atmosphere of an orthopedist’s office. 

Monday, January 15, 2018

Stuck in Liberalism


Walking along Pico, a busy street, I passed a man lying face down on the sidewalk. His head lay on the curb; one leg remained on a bus bench, so he had clearly toppled off. Even prosperous Los Angeles neighborhoods possess a few resident homeless, and this was probably one. He looked disheveled.

Naturally, I continued past. After a dozen paces I stopped because my conscience was hectoring me. “You have to help this fellow,” it pointed out.

“Someone else will notice,” I replied.

“Not good enough.”

“I do fine with patients,” I pointed out. “But this is not a professional situation.”

“Doctors have a moral obligation to help anyone in distress!” said my conscience.

“That’s flattering, but many doctors disagree. You should read the physicians on internet forums. Most are very conservative.”

“You have to help.”

“….They hate Obamacare. They think welfare patients are deadbeats. They don’t even like patients with private insurance. Their idea of heaven is a cash-only practice.”

“Not good enough.”

While I paced in a circle, debating this irritating voice, a hundred cars and dozens of pedestrians passed by. Finally, I gave up. The 911 dispatcher listened to my report and then transferred me to the fire department. The fire department dispatcher listened and then transferred me to the paramedics.

“How old is he?” asked a paramedic.

“Middle-aged.”

“What do you mean ‘middle-aged’?  he snapped. “Forty… Fifty… Sixty?”

“Fifty,” I guessed.

After several more questions designed to show that I was bothering him, he told me to wait until the ambulance arrived. As I waited, the man stirred.

“That’s all I need!” I thought. “For him to get up and walk away.”

But he didn’t. The ambulance arrived within five minutes, and the paramedics went to work. When they ignored me, I walked off.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished


An Austrian lady had left home without her medication. Could I come and write some prescriptions?

These requests arrive regularly. In the past, I offered to phone a pharmacy, but this took a long time as guests scrambled to find the name, dose, and instructions. Nowadays I tell them to go to a pharmacy, explain exactly what they need, and give my number. I would approve over the phone.

Guests are pleased that it is so simple and more pleased to learn that I don’t charge for this.

Later, a caller explained that he was the tour leader for an Austrian group. “You gave a prescription for one of our members. Could you tell me where is the pharmacy?”

The lady’s English was poor, so she had misheard me. I repeated that the guest had to go to the pharmacy and describe precisely what she needed. An hour later, I answered another call from the tour leader. He was at a pharmacy near the hotel; he had given the names of the lady’s medication, but they had refused to accept them. Again, I explained that the lady had to tell the pharmacist precisely what she needed.

An hour later, a pharmacist informed me that a foreign customer was requesting several medications. He wanted to know the dose and instructions. I told him that he would have to get this information from the guest.

Several hours passed before the pharmacy called again because the lady had had to phone her doctor in Austria. One of her drugs was not available in the US. What would I advise?... I had no idea but suggested that he probably knew an equivalent. After some research, he found one and called back. I agreed with his suggestion.

Don’t forget to pack your pills.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Worry, Part 2


I drove to the Magic hotel in Hollywood where a Danish couple’s 18 month-old was vomiting. He looked fine, and looking is essential:  sick children look sick. Nothing abnormal turned up on an exam, so my diagnosis was a common stomach virus. I told the parents it might last a few days and gave the usual dietary advice.

I check on patients before going to bed, but the Danish parents beat me to it. The child had vomited once again, they reported. He was still in no distress, so I told them it was OK to wait.

My assurance was proper, but patients occasionally deliver unpleasant surprises, so I worried a little as I went to bed.

I phoned the Danes the following day to learn that the child hadn’t vomited but was now feverish. This was to be expected, I explained, and I approved their decision to give Tylenol.

The Danish child was still feverish, his parents reported the next day, and now he had diarrhea. I gave dietary advice.

There was no answer the following morning. From the front desk I learned that they had checked out. I had just returned from seeing a young man with abdominal pain at a youth hostel. He was worried about appendicitis; my exam made that unlikely. Since he had no health insurance, I did not want to make my life easier by sending him to an emergency room where a workup including CT scans would run to about $5,000. His symptoms hadn’t improved when I called, but they still didn’t seem like appendicitis. He promised to phone if there was any change. I worried a little as I went to bed.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Worry, Part 1


A guest had stumbled in the shower and thrown out her back. Could I make a visit to decide if she needed hospitalization?

Going to the hospital with back pain is a bad idea; even if you’re in agony, no doctor will admit you without evidence of nerve damage such as paralysis or inability to urinate. He will order x-rays (worthless for acute back pain but an ER tradition), explain that you will recover in a few days, and prescribe pain medication.

My examination showed no nerve damage, so I explained that she would probably improve in a few days. I handed over pain pills, adding that, while it wasn’t essential, I could give an injection that would help for several hours. She agreed, so I gave it. 

 “Not so good,” she replied when I called to ask how she was doing. She had been vomiting since the injection, and each vomit hurt her back. That’s an occasional side-effect. I assured her it would pass, but I worried.

She was marginally better the following morning and the morning after that. She wanted to fly home. Could I provide medical clearance? Visits for “medical clearance” are a lucrative perk of hotel doctoring, but I resisted the temptation, explaining that there’s no medical reason why someone with back pain can’t travel. If she could hobble onto the plane, she should go.

Could I give a “mild” injection so she could move more easily. No such injection exists. I suggested she try the pain medicine.

Later, the lady reported that the medicine made her dizzy. What should she do? I told her it would pass. Rest is not helpful for treating back pain. She should try to make her plane. When I called later she had checked out. I worried that I might hear from her, but I didn’t.