The Hotel Doctor

A young woman suffered an episode of dizziness earlier that day. By the time I arrived, she had recovered. The examination was normal, a...

“All insect bites look the same,” I explained. Bedbug calls are tricky. Victims are often unwilling to pay. When, confronted by an a...

Twenty years ago I drove thirty-five miles to Pasadena to see a patient. When I opened the trunk to get my bag, it wasn’t there. I had l...

“My son has a boil on his leg. Our doctor says he needs an antibiotic.   Could you come to the hotel and give the prescription?” A b...

After a forty minute drive, I arrived at 4020 Los Feliz Blvd. No one answered my knock. Thinking the patient might have stepped out, I too...

The phone rang at midnight for a housecall in Long Beach, 35 miles away. So far, so good. Freeways were clear, and the caller was a reli...

“I can’t afford that,” wailed the guest, an Australian newlywed at the Biltmore when she learned my fee. She had travel insurance, and I...