A caller in Huntington Beach was having a panic attack.
He had had them before, and he needed a doctor to come and make sure he wasn’t
dying.
This was a bad call in many ways. Waking me
at midnight was not one, because I don’t consider that a big deal. Making a
housecall for a panic attack is risky because victims often improve while I’m
driving and cancel, and Huntington
Beach is 45 miles away. There’s not much a doctor on
the spot can do with medicine for a panic attack (“a shot” doesn’t exist).
Finally, the caller didn’t know the fee; I
would have to tell him.
In his distress, he had searched the internet
and found a national housecall agency. Most such agencies tell callers the fee,
so by the time I hear from them, they’ve agreed to pay. But this particular
agency specializes in foreign airline crew and tourists with travel insurance
where the fee is already arranged. On the rare occasion when an American
contacts the agency’s answering service directly, it simply passes the call
onto me.
I knew that my fee to Huntington Beach at midnight including a 40
percent cut for the service would never pass. Worse, once I mentioned it the
horrified patient would quickly get off the phone.
That wouldn’t bother an operator, but once
someone asks a doctor for help, he or she is obligated to help (ethically
obligated; in reality maybe not). So I held off delivering the bad news and
kept the conversation going.
After forty minutes of soothing and
reassurance he began running out of gas and admitted that maybe this wasn’t an
emergency. He agreed to keep my number and call if he changed his mind.