Easy Visits, Mostly

Every day a thousand airline flight crew spend the night in a Los Angeles hotel. Sometimes they get sick and call their supervisor. If they’re American, he tells them to take their American medical insurance and find a clinic. If they’re foreign, he tells them to stay put and wait for the doctor.

That will probably be me. I average half a dozen of these visits per month. I enjoy them because airline crew are young and healthy. Three-quarters suffer respiratory infections and upset stomachs. Since a doctor must certify if they’re fit to fly, I see plenty of ordinary colds.

A minor drawback is two pages of forms to fill out in addition to my medical record. A more serious problem is vomiting: the most common symptom. I hate driving during the rush hour, but vomiters don’t like to wait, so I often find myself creeping on the freeway.

Easy Visits, More or Less

My phone rang as I walked into the gym. A guest at the Sunset Plaza wanted a doctor to “check out” her 9 year-old daughter who’d awoken with a fever and vomited once. This was a good call. Multiple vomits can be worrisome, but one is OK. I jumped at the chance to skip my morning exercise.

Sunset Plaza parking is indoors and free, a bonus on a hot day and on the Sunset Strip where street parking is impossible. The daughter was recovering, so I reassured the parents, a pleasure for everyone.

As I returned to my car, the phone rang again. This was a perfect time for a second call. Lunch was two hours away. Late morning traffic is the day’s thinnest. I could thrill the guest by announcing a speedy arrival.

The caller was a national housecall service. The patient was a Quantas flight attendant at the Hilton. While there is a Hilton at Los Angeles airport, this one was in Costa Mesa, 45 miles away. This was not so good, but there were compensations.

As I’ve written, in the old days airlines called me directly, and I billed them directly. No airline does that now. They call a national housecall service which, of course, calls me. I’m happy to work for the service because, being a better marketer, it’s acquired far more airlines, so I receive more calls. It also pays much more. This is possible because it charges airlines triple my former fee. You may wonder why airlines are willing to pay so much more, but I don’t. I’ve long since stopped believing that bad decisions by people who seem intelligent have a good explanation.  

The Hotel Business in 2014

My records show 685 calls during 2014, slightly fewer than 2013. This represents my first decline since 2001 (the months after 9/11 were bad for tourism).

In my defense I took more time off because we bought and remodeled a house in Lexington, Kentucky where I plan to retire in the future. The distant future.

While this is comforting, the painful truth is that hotel doctoring has grown brutally competitive.

If you google “Los Angeles house call doctor” half a dozen names appear but not mine. Furthermore, these newcomers are amazing: Christlike in their empathy, compassionate, brilliant. For proof, read comments on Yelp or Healthgrades: five out of five stars every time, unanimous praise.

These doctors market aggressively. They have web sites. They visit hotels, speaking to concierges, bellmen, and desk clerks, undoubtedly emphasizing their compassion and brilliance.

Most hotel managers ignore this area, so when a guest asks for a doctor, the choice is up to the employee. While I’m the best choice, most doctors are adequate although you must google “Jules Lusman.” He arrived, acquired a flourishing hotel practice, and left the country in 2003 in a flurry of publicity and minus his license.

Every Los Angeles hotel has called me. About twenty call exclusively, but even their employees are not immune to the charm of these newcomers.

Luckily, calls directly from hotels make up less than half my business. I’m the doctor for half a dozen travel insurers with offices around the world. I also work for national housecall services which solicit the general public as well as hotels. I care for airline crew when they lay over. When Frenchmen living or passing through Los Angeles get sick, they call a French lady who calls me.

These businesses pay attention to the bottom line: quality of service and fees. They have less interest in charm or the amenities that appeal to hotel employees. I don’t foresee a problem with them.

A Week's Vacation

Returning from a week’s vacation, I took my phone off call-forwarding. Knowing that I keep detailed records, the colleague who covered E-mailed me the information I needed.

Seven hotels phoned; he made four housecalls and took care of three over the phone.

Universal Assistance, a travel insurer, called once. He asked for their credit card number which they gave, and he made the visit.

World Aid, another travel insurer, called twice but refused to give a credit card, so he refused the calls. I fax my invoices to World Aid which usually pays in a month or two. When they don’t, I phone to remind them. Many hotel doctors hate pestering agencies for payment, so they insist on a credit card.

International Assistance called three times, and he declined as soon as they identified themselves. IA still owes him for visits in years past. International Assistance has a poisonous reputation among hotel doctors because it often took six months to pay when it paid at all. Institutions such as clinics and hospitals can deal with this (state-run Medicaid programs are not much better), but individuals soon give up.

Ironically, my patience with IA has been rewarded. After the latest change of ownership a year ago, it got its act together. It now pays reliably every month and provides a great deal of business, but a long time will pass before it lives down its reputation among my colleagues.

Inn-House Doctors called five times, and he made two visits: one to Hollywood and one to the airport area. A national housecall service, Inn-House serves a few hotels and travel insurers but many airline flight crew. In their eternal search for better hotel rates, airlines have been boarding crew further and further from Los Angeles airport which is twenty miles from my colleague’s home. He declined two visits to Long Beach (45 miles) and one to Anaheim (60 miles).