The Hotel Doctor

A blast of hot air greeted me when the guest opened the door. As I complain regularly, foreigners believe air conditioning spreads dis...

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...

The phone rang at 5 a.m. but I am an early riser. April Travel Insurance told me of a lady with a cough at the Residence Inn in Man...

Several times per year, a hotel guest suffers a bloody nose. I don’t make housecalls for nosebleeds because there’s nothing I can do. ...

It was after nine when I left for Long Beach, thirty miles away. Freeway traffic moved swiftly; the patient was a sixteen year-old wit...

“My flight leaves tonight” is a phrase I like to hear because it means the guest will return to the care of the family doctor. Until t...

The phone rang at 3:30 a.m. An airline pilot at the Costa Mesa Hilton needed a doctor, explained the caller. Could I go? That Hilto...