Tooting My Horn

Would I see a lady at the Airport Hilton with an eye problem?

I asked the dispatcher from Amerilink, a travel insurance agency, for details, but she couldn’t provide them.

It turned out that the lady had no complaints. Apologizing, she explained that she had neglected to pack her glaucoma drops. Would I write a prescription? I was happy to comply. Amerilink would pay my usual fee.

These delightful visits are not rare. Travelers with insurance who forget a medicine often lie because they suspect, correctly, that the carrier will not pay for the truth.

When a hotel calls directly, I always speak to the guest. If he or she has forgotten a legitimate medication, I phone a pharmacy to replace it, gratis. I don’t have the gall to collect a fee for delivering a prescription.

Readers of this blog know what a humble physician I am, but this is one time I will boast. Many competing hotel doctors charge for any service they perform over the phone, including simple advice. If a guest calls the 800 number of one of the half-dozen national housecall services that advertise widely, he or she will have choice of (1) a paying visit, (2) going to an emergency room, or (3) nothing.

The Most Deeply Compassionate Physician

I’m an early riser, so the 5:30 a.m. phone call last week found me at my computer writing this blog. The caller was Le Montage, a luxury hotel in Beverly Hills.

It was a perfect time. Wilshire Boulevard was deserted. The hotel was three miles away. I could park on the street. Guests during the small hours are particularly grateful. I was home in time for breakfast.

My last visit to Le Montage occurred several months ago. The call arrived at 3 a.m.

That I am Los Angeles’ leading hotel doctor is beyond doubt, but I have never dominated the elite establishments (Bel Air, Four Seasons, Beverly Wilshire, L’Hermitage, Peninsula, Beverly Hills Hotel). These already had doctors when I began in 1983.

After a few decades, some took notice, and I often covered for their doctors, but nowadays when these hotels call, it’s generally during the wee hours.

I suspect this is because a new generation came on the scene a few years ago including several young aggressive doctors building a concierge practice. Concierge doctors offer an exclusive personal service, but they accept only cash. They have no interest in Hiltons, Ramadas, Holiday Inns et al whose middle-class guests might object to the fees, but luxury hotels are a different matter. They solicited with considerable success.

“Do you think they're paying off the concierges and bellman?” asked a veteran colleague when the subject came up.

"They wouldn't stoop to that," I responded. It's illegal. I’ve met several of these doctors, and they seem personable. Check their web sites (google “Los Angeles house call doctor”). All describe themselves as skilled and deeply compassionate. Read their testimonials or the Yelp comments. Unanimous praise.

When these physicians introduce themselves to bellmen and concierges, they undoubtedly emphasize their skill and deep compassion. Who would not be impressed?

As midnight approaches, bellmen and concierges go home. The skeleton night staff has never encountered these exceptional physicians, so when a guest falls ill, they call Doctor Oppenheim. 

A Case of Domestic Violence

A lady’s arm injury seemed straightforward until she explained that her husband had twisted it during an altercation the previous night.

“It was a case of domestic violence,” she said in exactly those words.

That was disturbing news. California law requires that a doctor who suspects a patient is a victim of domestic violence must inform the police. When I told her, she merely shrugged. The husband looked depressed.

I returned to my car, took out my Iphone, and asked Siri to find the nearest police station. She complied. Although the nearest, it wasn’t the correct police station for that area. I was directed to another where an officer told me a car would be sent.

The Hotel Business in 2014

My records show 685 calls during 2014, slightly fewer than 2013. This represents my first decline since 2001 (the months after 9/11 were bad for tourism).

In my defense I took more time off because we bought and remodeled a house in Lexington, Kentucky where I plan to retire in the future. The distant future.

While this is comforting, the painful truth is that hotel doctoring has grown brutally competitive.

If you google “Los Angeles house call doctor” half a dozen names appear but not mine. Furthermore, these newcomers are amazing: Christlike in their empathy, compassionate, brilliant. For proof, read comments on Yelp or Healthgrades: five out of five stars every time, unanimous praise.

These doctors market aggressively. They have web sites. They visit hotels, speaking to concierges, bellmen, and desk clerks, undoubtedly emphasizing their compassion and brilliance.

Most hotel managers ignore this area, so when a guest asks for a doctor, the choice is up to the employee. While I’m the best choice, most doctors are adequate although you must google “Jules Lusman.” He arrived, acquired a flourishing hotel practice, and left the country in 2003 in a flurry of publicity and minus his license.

Every Los Angeles hotel has called me. About twenty call exclusively, but even their employees are not immune to the charm of these newcomers.

Luckily, calls directly from hotels make up less than half my business. I’m the doctor for half a dozen travel insurers with offices around the world. I also work for national housecall services which solicit the general public as well as hotels. I care for airline crew when they lay over. When Frenchmen living or passing through Los Angeles get sick, they call a French lady who calls me.

These businesses pay attention to the bottom line: quality of service and fees. They have less interest in charm or the amenities that appeal to hotel employees. I don’t foresee a problem with them.