The Hotel Doctor

  A guest in Long Beach had broken out in red spots. This looked like a terrific visit; skin problems are easy. A sudden rash is frighteni...

An Emirate Airline flight attendant was suffering severe back pain.  Emirate crew stay the Hilton in Costa Mesa, 46 miles away in ...

The Beverly Garland is a sixteen mile freeway drive. The guest had phoned at 8 a.m. on Wednesday. I avoid distant housecalls during th...

A flight attendant with diarrhea is usually good news. Airline crew are young, so they suffer uncomplicated medical problems, and diar...

A guest wanted a doctor who spoke French. “I don’t speak French, and it’s midnight,” I pointed out. “You won’t find a bilingual do...

I stopped chopping an onion when the phone rang. A young man at the Airport Hilton was vomiting. For a hotel doctor, a difficult c...

The phone woke me at 11:30. A lady at a downtown hotel was suffering an allergic reaction. This was not bad news; downtown is not too fa...

I drove to care for a woman with a respiratory infection at the Georgian, a boutique beach hotel in Santa Monica. My phone rang as I pul...

In the Pasadena Sheraton last Sunday, my phone rang for a visit in Irvine. Pasadena is twenty miles from home, Irvine fifty miles. I wou...

It was midnight when the phone woke me. An Emirate flight attendant at the Hilton in Costa Mesa needed a doctor. That Hilton is in Oran...

I’m the only hotel doctor who loves to work on Christmas. Freeway traffic is light, always a bonus but more so on Christmas because my c...

There is no quick drive to Hollywood. I can take the freeway north through the San Fernando Valley, a twenty mile trip. Or I can take it e...

“Do you go to Ontario?” asked the dispatcher for Expressdoc, an agency that sends doctors on housecalls. Travel insurers who don’t call me d...