Breaking My Rule

I was awake at 7 a.m. writing this blog when a guest called with symptoms of a bladder infection.

Being American, her first question was: do I accept her insurance. I explained that I didn’t, adding that there was an urgent care clinic a mile away that would.

“I’d probably have to wait forever,” she said. “I have meetings.”

“I’m definitely convenient,” I said.

“Do you bring the medicine?”

“I do.”

I wanted to finish writing and eat breakfast, so I told her I’d arrive at 9 a.m., thereby demonstrating that, despite my wisdom and vast experience, I do stupid things.

It’s a rule of hotel doctoring to go as soon as possible. Guests who wait often reconsider, so I knew what to expect when the hotel’s number popped up on my caller ID at 8:00.

“I’m feeling better,” she lied. “I won’t need to see a doctor after all.”

“You won’t save much at the clinic,” I pointed out. “They’ll charge extra for the urine test and extra for the culture, and you’ll have to find a pharmacy and pay for the prescription.”

“Oh, no! I’m feeling fine,” she insisted. “Thank you for your help.” She hung up.

When patients cancel, I console myself if the illness seems likely to produce an unsatisfying encounter. For example, guests are often disappointed when I can’t cure their respiratory infection. But urine infections are easy to treat and treatment produces dramatic improvement. I hate to miss one.  

A Hotel Doctor's Database, Part 2

Men travel more than women but are less likely to call a doctor so I’ve seen more women (9833) than men (8483). My database contains 124 patients under age one and seventeen over 90, the oldest 97. The smallest of the small hours are not silent. I’ve made 858 housecalls between midnight and 5 a.m.

My leading diagnosis is the same as that of any family doctor: respiratory infections, 4700 visits. In second place are upset stomachs with vomiting and diarrhea: 2672.

I’ve been around long enough to see 77 patients with chicken pox, another 83 with gout, 12 with mumps, 61 with herpes, 29 with poison ivy, and 149 suffering a kidney stone. Victims of kidney stones rarely delay calling a doctor, and since they are rarely emergencies I visit a fair number.  I’ve seen 82 guests with chest pain and sent fifteen to the hospital. Far more of my 30,000 callers complained of chest pain, but I work hard weed out emergencies over the phone. Those fifteen were mistakes.

My most numerous foreign patients are from Argentina, 1854, barely surpassing Britons at 1821. That’s because South American travel insurers mostly began there and are still mostly based in Buenos Aires. But they are expanding, and since 2000 I’ve seen more Latin American guests from Brazil. 

I’ve cared for guests from Andorra, Tonga, Malta, New Caledonia, and Curacao but not from Latvia, Estonia, Yemen, and half a dozen African nations. Russians didn’t travel until the fall of the Soviet Union. I saw my first in 1991. The Chinese don’t appear until 1998. So far Cuba has sent one.

Six guests died – fortunately none in the room after my visit. One was dead when I arrived. Four died soon after I sent them to the hospital and one after the ER doctor (mistakenly) sent her back. I called the paramedics after examining sixteen guests. To my great distress (because that means no payment) paramedics were there when I arrived six times. Many more guests needed attention but weren’t urgent. Leaving after obtaining their promise to go to an emergency room is a bad idea. If the guest decides to wait, and something dreadful happens, I’m the last doctor he or she saw, a situation that focuses the attention of malpractice lawyers. When a guest needs an emergency room, I offer to drive them. I’ve done this 48 times.

28 guests cancelled while I was still driving. 47 weren’t in the room when I arrived. 60 refused to pay. 21 paid with a bad check, but not all were deliberate. I eventually collected on 8. Four times, when I arrived, another doctor was there.  I don’t record guests who get a discount but 173 paid between $5 and $50. 110, mostly hotel employees paid nothing. I will not deny that I have a category for “celebrity.” It has 95 entries although that includes their wives and children. I try to head off drug abusers, but 78 slipped through. The diagnosis on four was “drunk,” but that’s certainly too few.

A Hotel Doctor's Database, Part 1

Few things besides wine and cheese improve with time, but a personal database is among them.   

It didn’t seem significant when I began in 1983, but now I can look over 18,316 visits. So when I claim to have made more housecalls than any doctor now alive, I have the evidence . It’s a fascinating trove of information. I saw 967 patients from Brazil, for example; 42 of them suffered skin problems. Of those calls from Brazilians, 70 arrived between 11pm and 6am, getting me out of bed.

Of the 18,316 nearly 12,000 (11,849) were of calls directly from a hotel. The remainder came from four other sources. 

The second source is agencies that insure travelers visiting America: 3490 visits. Few come from Europe or Australia whose insurers follow the American strategy of insisting that clients pay up front and apply for reimbursement later. Asian and Latin American carriers do better. Their clients phone the 800 number of the agency’s US office; the agency phones me; I make the housecall and send my invoice to the agency which pays exactly what I bill (American carriers undoubtedly roll their eyes at this archaic behavior).

Inevitably some insurers are less easy to deal with than others. Some have adopted the American system of requiring elaborate forms, itemization, and codes for every procedure. Others pay slowly and only after many pestering phone calls. When my patience runs out, I stop accepting their calls.

This doesn’t mean I stop seeing their clients, because they transfer their business to my third source of calls: competitors with 1760 visits. That includes other Los Angeles hotel doctors who ask my help or cover for me when I’m busy as well as one of the national housecall services. They have names like Expressdoc, AMPM Housecalls, Hoteldoc, Global Med. If you live in a large city, they may be available, but be warned that some are reasonable but others charge fees that will take your breath away.

Foreign airline crew make up the fourth source: 913 visits. American airlines have no interest in crew who fall ill when laying over. They have medical insurance but with no transportation or knowledge of facilities in a strange city, they are out of luck. Occasionally I deal with their pitiful calls and treat them as charity cases. As with American insurance carriers, it’s hopeless to bill an American airline for a housecall. 

A minor fifth category is what I call “private-parties:” 293 visits. These are people who learn about me from another source. That includes locals as well as former patients who return to the city and call me directly.

Night in a Hotel Room

Patients are often suicidally reluctant to wake a doctor, but I don’t object. Traffic is light, parking is easy, and since I have no office, I can sleep late. I’ve made a thousand housecalls that got me out of bed.

Callers awaken in the dark, certain something terrible is about to happen. I try to handle anxiety attacks over the phone using sympathy and calm reassurance. I never point out that nothing terrible will happen because guests know that; it’s why they’re upset. I explain that no one is perfect; sometimes our brains go haywire, but it never lasts long. If I keep the guest on the line, this almost always works. Making a housecall is risky because guests often feel better and cancel before I arrive or feel worse and insist that the hotel call paramedics.

Some hotel doctors use paramedics as a substitute for getting out of bed, but I reserve them for emergencies. Mostly, these are obvious. Heart attacks can rouse victims from sleep, but they are not subtle. Niggling chest discomfort doesn’t qualify, and chest pain in a young person is probably something else. 

I see a cross-section of ailments, but guests with an upset stomach seem overrepresented. I consider a wee-hour visit for vomiting a good call (i.e. not life-threatening; I can help; patients are especially grateful). The latest antivomiting drug, ondansetron, is superior to the old standby, Compazine. It was once wildly expensive and used only for vomiting after cancer chemotherapy, but its patent expired a few years ago, and the price has plummeted.

Most upset stomachs don’t last long. I assure guests they’ll probably feel better when the sun rises, and (a perk of being a doctor) when that happens, guests believe I’ve cured them.

You Can't Make a Diagnosis Over the Phone

I talk to guests before making a housecall, so I have a good idea of what’s happening before I drive off or decide that a visit isn’t necessary. 

“Of course, you can’t make a diagnosis over the phone,” guests tell me.

But I can. Doctors do it all the time. I’d estimate my accuracy at ninety percent. It may be one hundred for some problems: respiratory infections, urine infections, backaches, most rashes, injuries, anxiety attacks. Driving to the hotel, it’s relaxing to know in advance that the guest has chicken pox, gout, herpes, a bladder infection, or the flu. I can deliver my diagnosis, advice, and medication, collect my money and thanks, and drive home. What an easy job!

Jumping to conclusions is a major reason doctors get into trouble, so I pay attention. If a fifty year-old describes chest pain that doesn’t sound like a heart attack, it’s unlikely I’ll tell him that it’s OK to wait. It’s also unlikely that I’ll make a housecall because an examination rarely helps. On the other hand, chest pain in a twenty year-old is hardly ever a serious matter.

Abdominal pain is tricky at any age. Guests suggest gas, indigestion, and constipation, none of which cause severe pain. I worry about a dozen conditions that require a surgeon. Oddly, it’s reassuring when vomiting or diarrhea accompanies the pain. Provided the guest is in good health, it’s usually a short-lived stomach virus, my second most common reason for a housecall. Without vomiting or diarrhea, I’m likely to suggest a clinic visit where a doctor can get more information than a housecall provides.

“I can walk on it, so it’s not broken…” “I can move it, so it’s not broken….”  These are as accurate as most popular health beliefs. I walked on a painful foot for a week before an X-ray that revealed a fracture. Hotel guests yearn to hear that their injury is not serious, and I sometimes comply. Doctors do little for cracked ribs and broken toes except to relieve pain, so X-rays aren’t essential. All bets are off with the elderly, but it requires a good deal of violence to break a young bone. Lifting a heavy suitcase won’t do it; experts urge doctors (in vain) not to order spinal x-rays unless pain persists for weeks.

My greatest service is not in diagnosing fractures which is usually impossible but saving guests the misery of spending hours in an emergency room. Most injuries are not emergencies, even if a bone is fractured. If the guest is willing to wait, I can send him to the more civilized atmosphere of an orthopedist’s office. 

Stuck in Liberalism

Walking along Pico, a busy street, I passed a man lying face down on the sidewalk. His head lay on the curb; one leg remained on a bus bench, so he had clearly toppled off. Even prosperous Los Angeles neighborhoods possess a few resident homeless, and this was probably one. He looked disheveled.

Naturally, I continued past. After a dozen paces I stopped because my conscience was hectoring me. “You have to help this fellow,” it pointed out.

“Someone else will notice,” I replied.

“Not good enough.”

“I do fine with patients,” I pointed out. “But this is not a professional situation.”

“Doctors have a moral obligation to help anyone in distress!” said my conscience.

“That’s flattering, but many doctors disagree. You should read the physicians on internet forums. Most are very conservative.”

“You have to help.”

“….They hate Obamacare. They think welfare patients are deadbeats. They don’t even like patients with private insurance. Their idea of heaven is a cash-only practice.”

“Not good enough.”

While I paced in a circle, debating this irritating voice, a hundred cars and dozens of pedestrians passed by. Finally, I gave up. The 911 dispatcher listened to my report and then transferred me to the fire department. The fire department dispatcher listened and then transferred me to the paramedics.

“How old is he?” asked a paramedic.

“Middle-aged.”

“What do you mean ‘middle-aged’?  he snapped. “Forty… Fifty… Sixty?”

“Fifty,” I guessed.

After several more questions designed to show that I was bothering him, he told me to wait until the ambulance arrived. As I waited, the man stirred.

“That’s all I need!” I thought. “For him to get up and walk away.”

But he didn’t. The ambulance arrived within five minutes, and the paramedics went to work. When they ignored me, I walked off.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

An Austrian lady had left home without her medication. Could I come and write some prescriptions?

These requests arrive regularly. In the past, I offered to phone a pharmacy, but this took a long time as guests scrambled to find the name, dose, and instructions. Nowadays I tell them to go to a pharmacy, explain exactly what they need, and give my number. I would approve over the phone.

Guests are pleased that it is so simple and more pleased to learn that I don’t charge for this.

Later, a caller explained that he was the tour leader for an Austrian group. “You gave a prescription for one of our members. Could you tell me where is the pharmacy?”

The lady’s English was poor, so she had misheard me. I repeated that the guest had to go to the pharmacy and describe precisely what she needed. An hour later, I answered another call from the tour leader. He was at a pharmacy near the hotel; he had given the names of the lady’s medication, but they had refused to accept them. Again, I explained that the lady had to tell the pharmacist precisely what she needed.

An hour later, a pharmacist informed me that a foreign customer was requesting several medications. He wanted to know the dose and instructions. I told him that he would have to get this information from the guest.

Several hours passed before the pharmacy called again because the lady had had to phone her doctor in Austria. One of her drugs was not available in the US. What would I advise?... I had no idea but suggested that he probably knew an equivalent. After some research, he found one and called back. I agreed with his suggestion.

Don’t forget to pack your pills.