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.
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