Another call arrived at 5
p.m. I dislike driving during the rush hour, but the patient lived near Beverly Hills only five
miles distant. The address was 821
Coldwater Canyon Drive, but I discovered that Coldwater Canyon addresses begin with 900. I
continued north, assuming the numbers would drop when Beverly
Hills became Los Angeles,
but they kept getting higher.
Coldwater
Canyon is a not-so-secret alternative
to the freeway into the San Fernando Valley,
so it’s bumper-to-bumper during the rush hour. Finally, I gave up, pulled into
a side street, and phoned the patient. It’s not 821, he said, but 1821. The
dispatcher had told me wrong or perhaps I had heard wrong.
That evening an insurer
called to ask me to return to the Los Feliz patient. Insurers usually refuse to
authorize a second visit to a no-show, but I was happy to go. The dispatcher
repeated the address: 1420. Whoops. Whose mistake was that?....