The Hotel Doctor

A guest dropped an ice bucket on her toe. Pain was excruciating, and blood poured out. Holding the toe under the tap didn’t help. Over ...

My personal encounter with paramedics occurred the day I fell (ironically during my morning exercise walk) and broke my hip. I might hav...

Could I visit a Quantas crew member at the Marriott in Costa Mesa, asked the answering service at one a.m. Costa Mesa is fifty miles a...

“Bom dia” said the woman who opened the door. “Bom dia,” I responded. That’s the limit of my conversational Portuguese. My heart san...

A Beverly Garland guest phoned as I worked out at my gym one morning. I’m happy to cut this short to make a housecall, but the guest wan...

Every few years a hiccuping hotel guest appeals to me. Hiccups rarely lasts more than a few hours, so a victim gives credit to his l...

Her son had a sliver in his palm, explained a caller from the Airport Marriott. Could I come and remove it? The child was two. Two i...