A businessman at the
Hilton-Garden Inn asked a pharmacist to recommend a cream for his insect bites.
To his alarm, the pharmacist informed him 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.
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